I confess. It’s true. I am a thirty-one. And you may be one too. “Who me?” you ask. “A thirty-one? With all of my bumps, bruises, shortcomings and past?” Definitely.
I remember the first time I read Proverbs 31:10-31. I knew wholeheartedly the woman I was reading about was light years ahead of who I was at that time. I recall thinking, “How in the world did she manage to become all of that?”read more
You know the type all too well. Bitter. Haggard. Resentful. A lonely man spewing his personal brand of gloom and pessimism to anyone unfortunate enough to cross his path. I knew a man like this. He lived near the shore. One day, in spite of his complaints, God had compassion on him. He summoned one of his dearest angels and said, “This man, this child of mine, petitions me for riches and wealth—every day grumbling over his lot.” The angel listened intently for the Lord’s command.read more
I’m a huge fan of double entendres. One figure of speech, two different meanings. The wittier the phrase, the more enamored I am. Though I must admit they often go over my head. On those rare occasions when I grasp the meaning immediately, I get all warm and fuzzy inside as if I’d just won the mega million. Well, maybe not that warm and fuzzy, but I definitely feel like I’ve accomplished a huge feat.read more