I became a Christian in a traffic jam on 66 East. Well, lots of traffic jams, actually (reason #487 why I will *probably* never move back to Northern Virginia). My 98 Dodge Neon didn’t have a CD player, so I was stuck with radio. Normal, AM/FM radio. Since WPGC seemed to have the same four…
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A New Chapter
I paced back and forth on my parents’ porch yesterday while they were at church. I could have gone with them, but I’m not a Methodist and their pastor has a slight speech impediment so all I can think while I’m there is “Shufferin Shuccotash”. I’m easily distracted. I wasn’t just pacing. I was praying….
Oh, the Feelings!
Aletheia. In Greek, it means truth. In half-Greek (aka me) it means so much more. This past weekend, I got the opportunity to visit an old friend who moved to Roanoke two years ago after her wedding. Julia and I met at Aletheia, and visiting with her and Sam, her former roommate, brought back so…
Living Well 