By: Cindy Browning
I like a free tote. Not because I need a tote. I don’t. I have totes of totes hanging out in my closet and under a bench in my foyer. I like totes because they mean I have been somewhere; usually somewhere I need to carry the things I collect from spot to spot. For example, my newest tote that I got at the recent Tennessee Women’s Missionary Union annual Missions Get-Together at Brentwood Baptist Church is stuffed full. There’s a nice thick program, a great church map, brochures from booths promoting various groups that support personal growth, missions, Christian colleges, and Christian non-profits that benefit all sorts of folks. Deep inside are coloring pencils for marking scripture, and notes taken from several break-out sessions on grief, leadership, prayer, and missions. Even deeper inside are mint wrappers, handwipes and cookie crumbs from the delicious, boxed lunches I enjoyed with Northside friends who had come too. Yes, a free tote usually holds the remains of time well-spent with others, and the one I just added to my growing tote collection reminds me that God is faithful to encourage us and grow us spiritually through community with other women.Cindy Browning with her free tote |