by Kay Etheredge I love to read. A friend loaned me a novel several months ago and said, “This is a really weird book that you might enjoy”. My reading is either feast or famine. I either have a queue…
Martavial “Tae” Stevenson was asked what Brother Bryan Mission has meant to him. With joy in his eyes and without hesitation he said, “I can dream again.” This is the rest of his story. Tae has never known his Dad. …
by Kay Etheredge It was early February and there was no mention, at least in Alabama, of a pandemic. What freedom we enjoyed and took for granted! I had driven to Georgia to stay a couple of days with our…
By Kay Etheredge Mother’s Day, 2020, came with a new narrative called Covid. Our oldest daughter, Emily, sometimes bears the challenge of planning and ideas because she is the only child now who lives nearby. I told her early on…
By Kay Etheredge Our granddaughter, Charlotte, came two weeks early as a global pandemic raged. Our son, Grant, called us just after supper on Thursday night, March 20. We threw our things in suitcases, made a quick call to our…
by Kay Etheredge Outside our kitchen window the wisteria is blooming. I have always loved wisteria. It makes me think of my friend, Suzanne. It makes me think of my mom, and it makes me think of a godly ballet…
By Kay Etheredge I recently copied a quote into my prayer journal. “Earth is crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.” – Elizabeth Barrett Browning Two…
by Kay Etheredge A good man died just before Christmas. His name was Elmer Harris, and I met him once. He was genuine and patient and he took the time to listen to someone who only works at Brother Bryan…
by Kay Etheredge It wasn’t an ordinary Friday. My husband had an eye appointment so I drove myself to work at BBM. As I stepped out of the car and onto the sidewalk out front, I noticed a beautiful yellow…
What would happen if you were offered the same meal someone on the street would eat today?