Walk through any town after a hurricane, or any neighborhood after a fire, and you will see a sight that Scripture knows well: ruins. Shattered windows, toppled walls, twisted beams—the remains of what once promised shelter and safety. In the aftermath of Hurricane Michael, these are images this town knows all too well. The ruin is not only material. It is spiritual. To stand in the rubble of what was once home or sanctuary is to feel disoriented, even abandoned.

"Of course, there is great gain with godliness combined with contentment; for we brought nothing into the world so that we can take nothing out of it; but if we have food and clothing, we will be content with these." 1 Timothy 6:6-8.

This is one time I really don’t know where to begin, but as you probably know, I usually figure it out, even if it means going all the way around the block just to walk back through my front door.

"But do not ignore this one fact, beloved, that with the Lord one day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like one day. The Lord is not slow about his promise, as some think of slowness, but is patient with you, not wanting any to perish but all to come to repentance." 2 Peter 3:8-9.

Budgets and the start of a new school year are all the buzz.

I’m not talking little extreme but quite the opposite way extreme. I’m talking the one and only ‘Prissie’ and the capital P should give that away.