2018. Here we are, at the very end. Some time ago, someone told me about the biblical significance of numbers. Ever since then, I have often researched and clung to those numbers as a symbol of hope and validation to the promises I felt God was speaking to my heart. Eight is the number of new beginnings. At the beginning of 2018, I felt God prodding that this would be the year that the tides would shift. I fell headlong…
There are things in life in which time changes our perspective. Yesterday, I was walking through Wal-Mart and saw a fruitcake for sale in the bakery. They always surface this time of year and remind me of when I was younger. My Mawmaw made the BEST fruit cake. I would eat it until I nearly burst. And then one year, she stopped making it because I was the only one eating it. So some time later, I asked her to…
It’s that time of year. You know it. You love it. Guess what’s inspiring me right now… FOOTBALL. You guys. Somewhere out there on the other side of her phone screen, my momma just fell right out of her chair. If you know me at all, you know that this opening line would make it appear as though my little typing fingers have been hijacked. But I promise, it’s true! Football, y’all! We’ve reached the point in the high school…