My hands are dirty from the clay From molding From shaping Who I understood God to be From the things I've seen From the things I’ve read I was molding my God In a way I understood I was comfortable with this clay Because I understood this clay But my mold that I created was destroyed today The foundation of my understanding was ripped out from under me The true God is not like what I created Him to be What I understood Him to be There isn’t enough clay There isn't enough und

My children love birthdays. It doesn’t matter if it’s their own birthday or someone else’s - they’re going to get excited about it. It’s your special day, and, even better, there’s cake! And ice cream! And presents! My youngest son’s second birthday is next week. The thing is, he'll be celebrating in heaven while we remember him from earth - but my boys still want to have a party for him. They decided on train decorations because Levi would have liked trains if he were still

April and I became fast friends when we both were living in the Chapel Hill area several years back. We would meet together and pray, laugh, and talk about deep heart things. I would always look for her at church. You see, April has a special gift -- she sees people. Like, really sees them. And after you spend (umm, I don't know), maybe 30 seconds around her, you're lifted by her sunshine. That's how I would describe April: upbeat, beaming sunshine (with lots of good energy)