What is in Your Sack?

By Cathy Cartmill Wednesday Afternoon Write blog. Write blog. Write blog! Right at the top of my list. Yep!  My name has come to the top of the rotation and now I need to say something worthwhile. Never mind that I am as empty of inspiration as ever right now. There are other things that…

Redefining Busy

by Jennifer Acker Busy: adjective (‘bi-zē) | engaged in action, full of activity; marked by much life Synonyms: active, bustling, hopping, knee-deep, swamped, absorbed, engrossed, flourishing, immersed, overflowing, engaged, and thriving. Forms of busy: Busily, busyness, busied, busying The Children’s Ministry schedule was busier than usual in mid-January, REALLY busy. January 18-24 was exceptionally busy…

The Cabin

by Rev. Matt Ybañez There is a cabin in southeast Arkansas. You would never find it unless you were looking for it. The cabin is hidden in a maze of gravel logging roads. The closest paved road is about 20 or so minutes away and the closest town is called Warren, Arkansas (population 5,582). The…

New Every Morning by: Sarah Garza

“New” can bring on a sense of joy. “New” can bring on a sense of anxiety. Whatever emotion is elicited, the thing about “new” is that it fades.

This Village by: Jennifer Acker

It is amazing that a simple act of children decorating rocks can connect the children to people and the purpose of being invitational for our church.

Gratitude by: Rev. Matt Ybanez

No matter how intentional or serious I want to be, there’s a part of me that is afraid I’ll sound like Joe Walsh singing “Life’s Been Good” because for all that I have, I know there are so many more who have not.

Stormy Weather, Stormy Winds by: Sarah Garza

But the glow from the balloons was not the only show we got to see that night – just as the balloons filled with hot air and warm light, the sky behind us lit up with streaks of bright lightning as dark clouds gathered.

The Voice by: Rev. Donna McKee

It’s comforting for me to know that my mother’s voice is stored in my brain down deep somewhere. I know it has to be, because it comes out of my mouth so often!

The Sacred Present by: Cathy Cartmill

I remember another day of uncertainty. It was the day my mother had a massive stroke. In a moment, the lives of everyone in my family were changed forever.