I love my baby. I love holding her, playing with her, talking to her, bathing her. I am one of those moms who simply cannot get enough of her little one. With that said, when someone asks to hold her and I pass her into the arms of another, there is that moment where I… Continue reading my burden is light
Category: South Central
faith
Last night I took out the trash from our kitchen (something I do much more often now that diapers have entered the scene). It was dark and as you walk out our back door, you have to go down the two flights of stairs to get to the driveway where the trash cans are tucked… Continue reading faith
and on the seventh day…
Tonight our pastor showed up at the park rec center where our Spanish language bible study meets to worship on Saturday nights. He was greeted by a few hundred members of the Bloods street gang who had gathered at our park after the funeral of one of their own. He made his way into the… Continue reading and on the seventh day…
mailbox manna
Dear Anonymous, My guess is that you won’t ever read this, but maybe writing this has more to do with me than you anyway. When I walked down the stairs to my front door last week to check my mail, the highest hopes I entertained were that perhaps the Newsweek had arrived a day early,… Continue reading mailbox manna