The family came into the restaurant just before closing and they were sat in my oldest daughter Sarah’s area to serve. She looked at the clock and said good-bye to getting out on time, put a smile on her face and went out to take their orders. This is her story

When I think of God’s love being showered over me I think of His grace and How He died so that I could have relationship with Him. I think of His gift of forgiveness. But what came first…forgiveness or repentance?

It was a magical toy when I was a little girl, broken little pieces of glass trapped in a cardboard cylinder that tumbled and rolled and changed how the world looked with every twist and turn. I would spend hours looking into the sun, marveling at the explosions of color that reflected off the mirrors inside.