On Friday, December 14th, like many of you, I found myself glued to the television screen, barely able to comprehend the brutal words that scrolled across the bottom. “Unidentified gunman opens fire in Connecticut elementary school.
Read moreAuthor: Janet Morris Grimes
God Must Be Busy
“God must be busy….” Strong words rarely spoken. Not out loud anyway. If they are uttered, it is usually under our breath in a moment of exasperation. A moment of feeling invisible and unimportant. Overlooked.
Read moreMy Place at the Table
“You prepare a table for me in the presence of my enemies…” (Psalm 23:5 NIV) It’s a great feeling to have a place at the table. A seat, reserved just for me. Clearly, it took
Read moreAlmost a Memory
Behind every person lies a story waiting to be revealed. Mine is simple. Shaped by tragedy from the start, I moved on to a life filled with love, laughter, dreams, tears, and a desire to
Read moreWhat Can I Do For You?
In the best relationships, there comes a time when it crosses over an important threshold. It is that threshold that takes it from being temporary or seasonal to something permanent, everlasting. From something that feels
Read moreIncreasing my Numbers
May 7, 1967 – Corinth, Mississippi- day I was born November 15, 1967 – Memphis, Tennessee – the day Daddy died January 23, 1985 – Crystal Faith Grimes 5:37 a.m.- time she was born 6
Read moreBecoming a Contributor
Stuck in a long line of traffic, I sighed heavily and turned up the radio to overpower my singing as I planned to sing I sing through the frustration. It was then that I noticed him.
Read moreAnd Sometimes, Why?
Death. It’s been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. I didn’t understand it then, as a three-year-old asking questions about my father–the mysterious man with the gentle smile from
Read moreOlympic Trials
There’s just something about the Olympics. Vaulted onto the world’s stage every four years, we can’t help but take notice. As we should. For casual observers, addicted as we may be, it is an event
Read moreMy Junk vs. Jesus
My prayer journals are filled with it. My mind is too crowded with it. My heart is weighed down by it. My future is inhibited by it. My hope is dimmed by it. My life
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