Today I’m joining with Kate at Five Minute Friday…


They say that the reward of hard work is the satisfaction of a job well done. It might be said that the reward of hard work is the satisfaction of giving out.

Putting one’s self forward to help others is a complicated process in our days. People have lost their trust in one another. They never know when that neighbor down the block might be dealing heroin to their teenager, or shooting up people in a school, theater, or shopping center.

Occasionally, when I put myself out there to help, I come across skepticism. People are wondering what I want from them, instead of understanding I just want to give them a bit of hope and peace.

God is so far out of the picture, that people are skeptical of him. He is not taught to the multitudes. He is not revered as The Creator. To many, He is only connected with faulty religions, sometimes judgmental attitudes, and fake piety.

How do you approach those without hope, and turn their eyes to the only One with hope?

The reward lies in being willing. Be willing to be open to those in need and stop worrying about the outcome. Be honest, and kind. Look like Jesus in your skin.


22 March 2019



I’m sharing from Five Minute Friday…

Part of the launch team!








When I was about eleven years old, my parents moved us to a larger house and I can remember vividly crying my eyes out for weeks. I was the only girl in our little neighborhood, but one who was two years younger. We were best friends.


We moved out of county and I went to another school. It was the end of my life. I was terribly shy and awkward, and had just finished fourth grade. School was a scary place.


Years later, as a pastor’s wife we moved several times. Moving from place to place became the place God was sending us to…next. I tried hard to make the children comfortable, but some moves turned out downright hard. In fact, they seemed wrong for us.  But in most places, I dug the earth to plant a garden, and flowers. If in planting I was not planted to that place, it would not plant my children there either.


We had missionaries and neighbors in our home. Family joined us for the holidays. We came together at the table, occasionally food was hastily thrown together, and always something I baked. Baking bread always made a place feel like home to me. And then, of course, popcorn with a movie.


Moving is difficult, but without the right attitude of making a place become home, there is a disconnect. God has a place for all of us, and we only need take hold of his gift. Life struggles are always there, but He is your place, your peace.