Fruit of the Spirit & Sweet Potato Fries

It had already been a long day and it was only mid-afternoon. Up early for work and a restless night’s sleep added to my fatigue. By the time I clocked out, take-out from one of my favorite restaurants sounded appealing. I was tired, hungry and ready to be home....
When All is Said and Done

When All is Said and Done

After placing my order, I stepped to the side as instructed by the friendly young woman behind the counter. I glanced about, noticing the other customers. Traffic zoomed by outside. The sun was shining. I checked the clock on my phone. No need to rush. As my smoothie...
Pointing Others Toward the Cross of Christ

Pointing Others Toward the Cross of Christ

He wasn’t supposed to be there. But he was. He wasn’t supposed to have a press pass. But he did. As a rookie photojournalist, my husband was handed an opportunity of a lifetime. In June of 1982, he found himself standing within arm’s reach of the Saint of Calcutta....
In the Thick of the Battle

In the Thick of the Battle

My senior year of college involved taking an in-depth Shakespeare class. One of the requirements for passing was to memorize and recite 200 verses of Shakespeare’s literature. To put it mildly, I panicked. I tried. I really did. But the lines would simply not commit...
Little Girls Grow Up

Little Girls Grow Up

Going through seasonal decorations and memorabilia recently, I came across an essay written during my freshman year of college. It was about my great-grandmother’s farm. My grandmother asked for a framed copy, and it hung on her wall for many years. Glancing over the...