I was a part of one church for twenty eight years. Yes, you heard me right…twenty. eight. years. To me that was my normal, I couldn’t have imagined growing up any different. My parents joined our home church soon after they found God in the 70’s, and immediately fell in love with the grace message
Have you ever been at the end of your rope, so to speak? I know I have. I’m not sure what picture comes to mind for you when you hear that saying, but for me I envision someone frantically pulling a rope towards themselves in the hopes that something promising would be attached to it.
I went on a work trip to sunny Florida a couple weeks ago (which is a big change from the below zero weather here in Chicago). I jumped in my uber from the airport, and rolled down all the windows (to my uber driver’s chagrin), and soaked in the warm sun and palm trees. I landed