I confess these verses confused me as a new believer. At that time, I read the Bible as disjointed stories, like stitching together thousands of Sunday school lessons.

In that light, the story of Jesus shining in His glory . . . .

Tears prickled my eyes when we walked into the blacksmith shop. It smelled exactly like my grandfather’s workshop. My family . . .

I had the American Dream, and yet my heart felt empty. I had a handsome husband and a beautiful baby and a home of my own. Yet peace eluded me. . . .

The BIG reveal is the painting above. I am pleased that my publisher chose my painting representing “Identity” for the cover art of my upcoming book.

“Chosen: Understanding your Identity and Authority from Ephesians” is the title of the book.

We are excited . . . .