It took a lot of faith to get in that car twenty-nine years ago, and drive seven hours to a town I’d never been to, with a boy I hadn’t known a year. It took all the faith I had to stand and face him, and take his hands, and promise before
On Sundays, I often come home already missing those I've left behind. I love this group of people. And I love what God has done in our midst. He's created a family who worships together, studies together, dines together, and prays together. Here's a post about the latter ...
In anticipation of the surgery I had this week (to remove a spot of cancer on my cheek) — and the scar to come — my dear friend, Cathy Rich, wrote to encourage me. One of things she said was, “I love scars.” Just as simple
I wish this story involved two cats because I’d love an excuse to title this, “A Tail of Two Kitties,” but it’s not to be. There’s only one kitty involved in this little tale. Character two is a goat. Now that I think