“They have the best Greek feta cheese you can get anywhere,” my husband said, pointing to the Middle Eastern grocery store around the corner from our house where he and his late wife used to shop all the time. “It comes from France.” Hm. Greek feta cheese from France. How enticing. “I’ll check it out,” I told him. Thus began, three years ago, my almost daily trips to that wonderful little corner of the world, the Middle Eastern market. From the big sheets of warm-from-the-oven flatbread stacked next to the cash-register, to the six to eight varieties of glistening olives crowded together in bins under protective glass, to the boxes of fresh produce stacked on the floor all bearing labels fro
A coworker shared this with us and we had to share it with all of you. I hope this serves as a reminder of how quickly we can overthink things and diminish who God has made us to be as we begin to believe lies created from our own false opinions. When you are done, comment below to tell us what you think! “My dear brothers and sisters, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry.” James 1:19 (NIV) “We don’t need you there.” A simple sentence. Five words. Five syllables. However, in my brain the interpretation of this sentence was anything but simple. It unleashed a flood of uncertainty. My brain instantly fired off locator arrows that travele
