I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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After midnight. My son, Carl, was not home. He was over twenty so no problem except that I am a mom. Sleep was hazy. Phone rings. Sammy (Dad) answers because the phone is on his side of the bed. Old … Continue reading
Today I saw this following exchange on Face Book. (Names changed and my paraphrasing.) Elise: “Pray for me. I’m going for a job interview. First I’ve had for eight years.” Response from Janice: “You can do it. I just had … Continue reading