Break for the Border Day Two began with prayer for some to go up… and some to come down… walls to on the house to go up… walls on hearts to come down. And they did! At the start of the day, the Rodriguez homesite looked like this: But by the end of the day, it looked like this: Construction { read more… }

Over a year ago, a small team gathered around the table in the “yellow room” at First Baptist Crawford and believed God could. And they believed God would. And they said yes and trusted God.. even though the unknowns far outnumbered the knowns… even though the mission seemed daunting. But in our hearts, we knew… “The One who calls you { read more… }

So here’s the story for today. We have a dirty shower. I can say that with no shame because I am a bath kind of girl, so Brad is singularly responsible.[Note: And if you read yesterday’s post, then you understand my statement of, “…because he puts up with me,” and you’d know it’s true since I just threw him under the { read more… }

What is it about my fingers on a keyboard that brings forth confessions of my soul? I start typing, and before you know it, I’ve already thrown myself under the bus. Yet more treadmarks on my backside today. I have an addiction. Well, let me clarify and say that it is a mostly a seasonal addiction. Mostly. It hits this time { read more… }

Y’all know how when you bought your home or a car and you had to sign your name something like 4 zillion times on 48 thousand pieces of paper … all in about 4 minutes or less? I always wanted to say to the poor unsuspecting car salesman or the polite girl at the title company… Could you give me a few hours { read more… }

Read the title again. Do not be confused, lest nasty rumors get started about this blog. Today’s post is about Mirror Talk, not Pillow Talk. Two entirely different subjects. If you google pillow talk, you’ll get a Wikipedia definition that is best left for websites like Wikipedia and not like Sanctuary Oaks. Need I say more?! Of course, you’ll also { read more… }