by Sandra Allen Lovelace      @SandraALovelace      #WallflowerWomen Do you ever stop to think about what you think about? What occupies your mind? I’m indebted to a woman named Ann* who called to share about blessings the Lord was providing for herself and her children. Not to be outdone, I poured out His provision for me. What…
by Sandra Allen Lovelace      @SandraALovelace      #WallflowerWomen My voice was silent, but my knees were screaming in pain. They’d been complaining for weeks, but I continued my morning walks and simply applied ice afterward. I tried to chalk up the severity of the situation to the tropical storm pounding rain against my window. God knew better….
by Sandra Allen Lovelace @SandraALovelace #WallflowerWomen If you knew about the betrayal, would you have entered the relationship? If you’d heard about the highway backup, would you have chosen that route? If you had any idea the return process was a bear, would you have tried the product?
Life unfolded outside the bay window in Patty’s kitchen alcove. The Johnson twins ran down the street to the crosswalk. Bill Winchester got in his VW camper and drove down Elm Street toward town. Old Mrs. Carpenter toddled out, picked up her newspaper, and toddled back inside her home. Different day, same routine.
