My husband and I were in the mall. He was getting his watch fixed. I needed to sit down so I went back into the mall. Suddenly I realized I was talking to myself. Out loud. When I went home, I wrote this poem. Little old lady, sitting all alone, Talking to herself, ’cause she doesn’t have a phone. No one to call, there’s nobody home. One by one they left her, and now they’re all gone. Gone are the…..
Too heavenly minded, and no earthly good. We’ve all heard it. It strikes fear in our hearts that we could become so interested in things that are “holy” that we will become genuine oddballs to our friends and family. I remember the first time I heard the message that Jesus’ death on the cross was payment for our sins and that we needed to ask for His forgiveness and accept that payment for ourselves personally. I had just graduated from…..