Forty years ago, I learned that God’s arms were open wide to me, and I was glad. This morning . . .

Some people, for whatever reason, aren’t my cup of tea. When I follow my natural inclination, I automatically put them into my “no” category . . .

 I used to eat on the fly, distracted and preoccupied. I ate without being there. I stared at a screen or a newspaper or . . .

If God is always everywhere, then He is here. He is here as I type and here as I eat and here as I drive and here as I make phone calls . . .

Always getting older on the outside is no surprise at all. Always getting newer on the inside . . .

For most of my life, when somebody I loved was struggling, I thought I only had two options . . .