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Whether you’re brand-new to the Bible or grew up in the second pew, reading Scripture can feel confusing. Sometimes it might even seem boring. And understanding it? Well, that requires reading it thoroughly and repeatedly. But who wants to read something they don’t understand, right?
I loved everything about being in Chattanooga! But, I must say, I forgot how much I loved MoonPies until I visited the MoonPie’s hometown this past weekend! Those yummy treats have been baked in Chattanooga at the Chattanooga Bakery since 1917.
Thank you to Liz Power for the beautiful photos. To see the entire Facebook photo album, click here.
And wow, were they good! Those sweet Chattanooga sisters gave me a gift basket with some of those marshmallowy treats, and then after dinner on Friday night, they even served us MoonPies for dessert! It was so fun!
It’s fitting that MoonPies are from Chattanooga because I just love all those women to the moon—or shall I say ‘to the MoonPie’—and back!
Road trip! Phil and I drove to Fresh Grounded Faith Grenada, and on the way, we stopped in Hardy, Arkansas for dinner.
Thank you to Kristi Bell for the beautiful photos. To see the entire Facebook photo album, click here.
The place was called the CrossEyed Catfish Café, and girl, those hush puppies and that catfish were as good as my granddaddy’s! And that is the highest compliment! The down-home food set us up perfectly for the family reunion we were about to have with these Mississippi sisters we hadn’t yet met.
I met an angel in a red car. Even if he wasn’t a real, bonafide, heavenly-being kind of angel, he was an angel—sent by God—for a heavenly mission!
Thank you to Bruce Edwards for the beautiful photos. To see the entire Facebook photo album, click here.
Just one mile from the Detroit airport and one hour before our flight home from Fresh Grounded Faith Flint, our rental car began to shake. A loud scraping sound, like metal against asphalt, filled the interior of our minivan and panic began to rise! This was followed by the sound of shredded rubber flapping in the wind as my husband Phil maneuvered us onto the shoulder of the road.