If I were to describe myself, I’d say I’m your average believer kind of gal. I’m just like your next-door-desert-wandering-Israelite neighbor who witnesses God parting the Red Sea one day and, grumbling, what have you done for me lately, the next. How soon we forget the everyday workings of God in our lives. Can you relate? That’s why I journal everything with vivid detail. The miracles. The places where I see God work, where I see Him come near. Then I go back and savor the sweetness. Continue Reading