Not Ready For Prime Time

Five years ago, my church began to invite me to the Prime-Time Ministries group.  Prime Time? That’s code for old, isn’t it? If that’s the case, I’m certain I don’t qualify, although my birth certificate might suggest otherwise.   To its credit, our church decided to...

The Life of Becoming

“Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls.” (Jeremiah 6:16 NIV) My daughter Jordan and her fiancé Greg asked my husband Donny to build an arch for their wedding...

How to Heal the Broken Hearted

I took my assigned seat in 11th grade English. My favorite teacher, Mr. Perrault, sat silently at his desk. Today marked his first day back since the tragic fire. Amazingly, the room of 17-year-olds sat quietly waiting for him to begin the discussion on The Great...

Named By My Father

What was your name, little girl? What’s your name? Lynyrd Skynrd I’m often asked if Betty is short for Elizabeth. The ‘Is Betty short for Elizabeth?’ question was a source of conflict on my birth day. My mother wanted my name to be Elizabeth, but my father insisted,...