"Come, let us settle this," says the Lord. "Though your sins are like scarlet, they will be white as snow; though they are crimson red, they will be like wool." Isaiah 1:18 There once was an old man named Mr. Morton, who owned a convenience store. This store was his livelihood and he took so much pride in what he had built. He was well known throughout the community and everyone loved him and supported his business. Mr. Morton trusted his customers and the community he served

"But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you; You will find the a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger." Luke 2:10-12 Have you ever been so excited that you just couldn't contain the excitement? A time when you were filled with so much happiness that your smile stretched from ear to ear? When eve

"Put on then, as God's chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive." Colossians 3:12-13 Did you ever skip rocks as a kid? Maybe you've even done it as an adult. The idea of throwing a rock onto the water at just the right angle so it bounces across the surface of the water instea

“And no one puts new wine into old wineskins. Otherwise, the skins will burst, the wine spills out, and the skins are ruined. No, they put new wine into fresh wineskins, and both are preserved.” Matthew 9:17 Have you ever felt like things in your life just don’t seem to fit anymore - habits, choices, daily routines, people, patterns, or ways of thinking? Many times, as we transition into new seasons throughout our lives, we may feel like we are outgrowing things that used to

“Yet Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we all are the work of your hands.” Isaiah 64:8 When I was 9 years old in 4th grade, I was on a class field trip to a pottery studio. We were each given a slab of clay and were allowed to make anything we wanted. With my clay, I made this cross. Although I don’t remember the exact process I went through to make this cross, I can imagine I had to smash the clay, squeeze it in my hands repeatedly until it w