TCNAZ

Every morning my routine is pretty much the same. Soon I find myself wondering, who am I? Am I a mom, a wife, a pastor, a napper, a daycare dropper-off-er, a book keeper, a building manager, a housekeeper? Who am I? Life can dish out more than we can handle and usually does. I would like to think I am Wonder Women. I can whip out my golden lasso of truth and conquer all that comes my way. But my identity does not come from what I can or can not do; it is not found in the roles that I fill or the tasks that I hammer through... Jesus, the Messiah, spoke to us all when he posed the question to Martha: "Do you believe?". Do we truly believe that Jesus is the resurrection and the life? Do we believe he holds all power over life and death? His words and Martha's situation easily lead our minds to think of physical death. We […]... When I look in the mirror first thing in the morning, before coffee or make-up or talking, it is a pretty sad site. Swollen bags protrude from under my sleepy..