The homeless man wheeled up to our table and asked for a dollar. I wasn’t going to talk to him, street people scare me. But something squeezed my heart.
The prostitutes were poor, and the only clothing they had was for their work. They couldn’t afford to buy modest clothing. The leaders of the church didn’t want to talk to the ladies because there wasn’t much the women could do to change their own situation. Plus they wanted the women to stay so they could learn about the love of God.
Bang! It was a loud clunking noise, and I had seen the squirrel just a…
Suppose I had run away with that band over thirty years ago. The offer sounded exciting to a small town girl at the time.
It was the middle of the night. I jumped out of bed and ran to the door. Through the peephole, I could see a man I didn’t know
I had put all my hope in one basket. I had tossed it in the God basket and prayed for an anxiety-free Christmas. I didn’t unwrap the Peace on Earth gift this year.
I wish I could tell you that was the last time I ever walked in a men’s bathroom, but oh no, I seem to have an inner compass that takes me to all men’s restrooms