Out of the Ballpark

Life is often throwing me curveballs. I grasp a vision of hitting that ball out of the park, I go up for the swing, and then….I usually fall flat on my face. No matter how many curveballs I get, nothing prepares me for the next one. I always strike out. I admittedly don’t get it. …

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Keep Climbing

A couple of weeks ago, I came to church feeling groggy from my earrache. I didn't focus much on the worship music. Half of me could not hear it anyways. Instead I focused more on what I could see. In my state of grogginess, feeling like I had been run over with a truck, I …