It’s been happening slowly over time but I noticed it last weeked fully. There is a change among those I highly respect in the faith, in my friends and in myself. I named it last weekend and I call it a revival. For those in pentacostal circles that word brings images of large tent meetings,… Continue reading

Love is my 8 year old making me a salad for breakfast. Love is my daughter waiting five years to go to camp and then one camp morning leaving her friends to call her mom just to say hello. Love is my 14 year old going to the movies and diner with his grandmother. Love… Continue reading