Man in a Hoodie

I turned and looked. The man stopped at the end of the driveway by the paper box. He stared at me as he slowly came up the driveway. Step by step. I stood at the front door – the doorbell just inches from my hand, but I could not ring the bell.

Warrior or Worrier?

The bread is in the oven, the lentil soup is almost ready, the table is set. O, I still have so much to do, and there sits Mary at the feet of Jesus.  She is so irritating!  She fussed and fumed.  Doesn’t she know Lazarus could entertain Jesus?  She should be helping me!