On the Front Rows How the youth ended up on the front three rows of my home church, I’ll never know. Twice on Sunday and again on Wednesday, my backside occupied one of those front
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Author: Christy Bass Adams
Christy Bass Adams, is the Outreach and Connections Coordinator at Fellowship Baptist Church in Madison, Florida. She is also a writer and will have her first devotional book published in summer of 2022 followed by a middle grades novel in the fall. Her most important role, however, is with her family as a wife of 17 years and mother to two busy boys. She has worked in education for over 18 years at both the elementary and collegiate levels. Her favorite pastimes are fishing and sitting around a fire. For more from Christy, visit her blog at christybassadams.com.
Truly Free
Turning Eighteen I couldn’t wait to grow up. Turning eighteen seemed magical. Finally, I would be seen as an adult. There would be freedom to do what I wanted, when I wanted, and how I
Read moreThe Present of Presence
The Presence of a Father My daddy was sitting in his garden alone talking to someone. I was too far away to hear the words, but I noted variance in his voice. I heard softness
Read moreMoms Gone Wild
Supported Mothers Did you know elephants give birth to the largest babies on earth? Each baby weighs around 200 to 250 pounds, and a mama carries her baby for twenty-two months! And all the moms
Read moreThe Bravest Words I’ve Ever Uttered
Sick in a Foreign Land “Samantha.” My voice wasn’t even a whisper. “Samantha. Help me.” The door to the bathroom was cracked, but there was no way Samantha could hear my weak cries for help.
Read moreFrom Concrete to Country
Raised on Concrete I was a concrete kid. Raised in town. A paved driveway. Rode my bike on asphalt. The grocery store was three minutes away. If we forgot milk, we hopped in a car
Read moreWatching Their Love
“Did you really put a fish in Granny’s pocketbook?” I asked Papa. “I did. And she picked it up to comb her hair before she realized it wasn’t her comb,” Papa chuckled. After he shared
Read more“One Anothering”. . . Again
“I can worship God in the deer woods just as good as I can at church.” “There is nothing more peaceful than being on my hands and knees in my flowerbed. I can sense God’s
Read moreChristmas: From Dread to Joy
Christmas as a Kid Christmas was magical at my house as a kid. Our house transformed into a festive wonderland the weekend after Thanksgiving. Multiple nativities, many boxes of ornaments, handmade treasures, figurines, quilts, and
Read moreThe Shift to Gratefulness
She sat in the front row, a small-framed girl, no more than eleven or twelve. Already in middle school, many girls her age were concerned with make-up and hair. But not this one. A tear
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