Searching for Sunday

Searching for Sunday

Two days ago I sat in a black swivel chair and tried not to move my head as the scissors snipped close by. Not even five minutes into the appointment, our conversation turned to trusting God for the future. She wrapped my wet hair in a towel and as I sat down, the...
Going.

Going.

I couldn’t tell you what I had for breakfast yesterday (come to think of it, I don’t think I had breakfast, but that’s beside the point), but I can tell you where I want to be a week, three months, or five years from now. I’m a planner. I...