Every time I open my “Find My Friends” app, I’m taken aback by the last person that I see on my list: Dad can see your location My dad, Max Edward Goins, died September 10, 2023, one year ago today. Sometimes when I see it, I smile. Sometimes I cry, but always I think, “I…
Author: michelle perrigo
A Meal I Will Never Forget
When I was a teenager, I went on a mission trip to Eagle Pass, Texas to help at a Spanish Speaking Bible College named Colegio Biblica. We were given the task of filling in a trench (that the last mission group had dug) for the foundation of a building and digging another that was almost…
What are the chances of that?
Yesterday near the end of the school day, one of my sweet homeroom girls came over to me distressed. Her new black and red prescription glasses had fallen out of her pocket, and she couldn’t find them. I told her I hadn’t seen them, but I would keep an eye out for her. When the bell rang, 700+…
Is it ever too late to obey?
My kitchen was a loud, chaotic mess with my four girls running around when God dropped a thought into my head, “call Rachelle.” The command from the Lord was obvious and actually very loud considering the activity going on around me. But I pushed the thought aside telling myself I would call later- perhaps tomorrow. …
The Hardest Place to be a Christian
“It’s harder to be a Christian at home than any place else on earth.”
Now you have my attention. . .
Truth be told, how much does it matter if the Chiefs have won and it’s a Super palindrome on Super Bowl Sunday?
Do My Children Know? . . .
That seemed to be my first clue- not an end-all, one step process for raising Godly children, but a starting place.
May I Have Your Attention Please
Last night, I was having a fairly serious discussion with another member in my household, when abruptly, one of my children walks up and interrupts, clearly paying NO ATTENTION to the fact that we are in the middle of something. We are interrupted several more times before the other person says, “never mind, I can’t…
Screwed up
I have screwed up. I am screwed up. On some days, both can be said of me simultaneously. Some of the things I have done are so bad, I have only spoken about them aloud a few times. Somedays, try as I might, I just mess up. “It happens so regularly that it’s predictable. The moment I decide…
Crisis Averted?
Have you ever found yourself in the middle of escalated chaos not knowing how you got there, or how to stop the “drama” from happening again?