I can remember growing up and the new hot toy in the late 70’s was the Stretch Armstrong. My brother got him for Christmas one year. We had more fun with that toy. He was a muscular, blond guy who wore swimming trunks. He was filled with gelled corn syrup and covered with latex rubber. […]
Read more »The images of desperation can tug at my heart deeply. I see people in need. People who are hurting. People who are lonely. People who are starving. People who are sick. People who have nothing. Immediately, I begin to pray for God to show me what my role is. I have to ask Him because […]
Read more »Scars are reminders. They typically are signs of pain or repair. I have discovered they can be on the outside and obvious or they can be internal and deeply hidden. There is a story behind every one. For some, there are days that you forget you have them and then your body reminds you. I […]
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