Remember who you are. Don’t forget where you came from. Keep in mind where you are going. And don’t lose sight of the end goal.Continue reading →
About Christy Adams
Christy Bass Adams is the Outreach and Connections Coordinator at Fellowship Baptist Church in Madison, Florida. She pens a weekly local newspaper column, Learning as I Go, and is a devotion writer for VineWords: Devotions and More, and Inspire a Fire. Christy is published at CBN, Inspire a Fire.com, Christian Devotions Ministries, and Inkspirations Online, The Secret Place, VineWords, and The Upper Room. Christy is the author of the devotional, Learning as I Go: Big Lessons from Little People, and the middle grades children’s novel, Cricket and Kyle: Imagination Checkers. Having silently struggled with a secret addiction for over a decade while maintaining a façade in church, Christy’s biggest desire is to see women set free. She speaks at women’s events and recovery facilities, including Honey Lake Clinic and Humble House. Having her own love for bad jokes, boogers, and bugs, raising boys with her husband of eighteen years is her greatest joy. Firepits, hammocks, fishing, and hunting are a way of life at the end of their North Florida dirt road.
“But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.” -Matthew 6:33 NIV I was a weary traveler. “No. It’s not okay.” “Well, why not?” “Because it’s crooked. We aren’t going to settle.” Settling for Second Best I cannot tell you how many times my husband and I have had this discussion while building … Continue reading →
“There are too many hypocrites at church.” …Continue reading →
This weekend, I removed nails from tung and groove boards which we salvaged from an old church building. After the nails were gone, I started the clean-up process by running the boards through the planer. Thick layers of varnish and fifty-year-old paint peeled off revealing the beautiful pine underneath. …Continue reading →
Sure enough, the sharp quilting needle stuck my ten-year-old finger. After that, by some grand miracle, the thimble suddenly fit and my granny smirked to herself. …Continue reading →
The door to the bathroom was cracked, but there was no way Samantha could hear my weak cries for help. I had been up for hours, stuck on the toilet, with a trashcan in my lap. Never in my life had I been that sick. …Continue reading →