Take Out the Trash
“Did you remember to take out the trash?” the Lord asks, all the while knowing I had not. “The trash?” I respond. “Well, good morning to you, too, Lord. Why is the trash such a big deal to be the…
“Did you remember to take out the trash?” the Lord asks, all the while knowing I had not. “The trash?” I respond. “Well, good morning to you, too, Lord. Why is the trash such a big deal to be the…
Today, what do I say? I’m wanting to find inspiration, and to be inspirational. I’m looking for words that will be profound, entertaining and motivating. But I seem to have flat lined. Nothing appears. Maybe I’m supposed to live today…
As I was finishing my shower this morning, I asked, “What do I need to know about today, Lord?” “You’ve reached the line of scrimmage,” he answered me. The line of scrimmage? I did play in the high school band…
I sit at the picnic bench alone, my eyes cast to the ground. Then I hear his voice, my Lord’s voice, behind me. “The ground won’t change just by you looking at it,” he says. “You will need to get…