The Journey

Photo by Garrett Sears Writing for me is a therapeutic outlet that allows me to pour out so that I do not continually pack down and pile on all the "stuff" that will inevitably be spewed on the next unsuspecting soul who innocently crosses my path or trespasses into a sensitive area much like stumbling into a field of land mines. Full disclosure. I write from a place of total imperfection. As the Apostle Paul so eloquently wrote in Philippians 3:12 (NLT): "I don't mean to say that I have already achieved these things or that I have already reached perfection. But I press on to possess that perfection for which Christ Jesus first possessed me." While traveling in this life, we often hit roadblocks that can stall, redirect, or completely hinder our progress all together. It is during these times, that we need to go back to the map for direction. For believers, the Bible is our reliable source for clear instruction. Every day we should take time to meet with our...

Photo by: Gabby Orcutt One evening while preparing a bath for my little sweeties, the younger hoping to avoid tub time altogether said, "Mama, I'm not dirty. We didn't even go outside today." A cursory glance from the side of the tub revealed no dirt in her hair or on her face. Hands and fingernails appeared clean. Oh, but when the boots came off! I am quite sure the stench reached Heaven's Gates. At that moment, an image flashed into my mind. In Biblical times, it was customary to wash the dust off the feet because the people wore sandals instead of shoes like we have today and they usually went barefoot in their homes. Feet washing was usually done before meals, but in John Chapter 13, Jesus washed his disciples' feet after the Passover Feast. Remember the Passover was observed to recount the story of Moses and the exodus from Egypt. God spared or passed over the houses that were marked with the blood of the sacrificial lamb. By now you would think the disc...