Unnamed and Unfinished

I was that church girl.   The one who followed all the rules.   Crossed every “t” and dotted each and every “i.”   An if you didn’t, you were wrong.   That church girl, the one I was, was convinced that if you were part of a church that was NOT our non-denominational, independent, Stone-Campbell Christian church, you were part of the wrong church.   Sins were so obvious, and if you committed any of the “big ones” you needed to fear for your eternity (and of course, I never committed those “big ones”). That was me.   I hope it isn’t me now.   Life has had a way of dulling my sharp edges.   It has helped me see that there is far more grey in the world than I used to think existed, and all that black and white is slowly bleeding together. This does not mean that the me of today does not believe in absolute truth, as revealed in scripture.   This me believes that still, heart and soul, unwaveringly.   But this me also realizes th...

Something beautiful happened for me last night.   A couple of individual I don’t actually know, but that know my parents, blessed my family with a gift.   These people have been following our journey with Big over the past few weeks and wanted to show us their love and concern. One person, a momma of her own little, is an independent consultant for some pampering products.   She sent a bag full of samples of soaps and scrubs, lotions and bath soaks with my mom and dad for Big, Little and I to use.   I have never met this sweet sister in Christ, but she cared for me in a real way.   She took what she had and used it to bless me.   She allowed herself to be the Church. Another couple, again one that I don’t even know, sent cash with my parents for us.   They knew that even with insurance there is travel and meals on the road and medicines and copays and that for many, that becomes a struggle.   This gift touched me more than I can express....