If you see me overly disinfecting my grocery cart and wearing a mask at the Super WalMart, it’s not you – it’s me.  Please don’t take it personally or pick up the children and run.  The reason for my recent Monk-like behavior is a chronic sinus infection and bouts of bronchitis that have been more frequent and severe than I’d     read more

”Dear Children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth.”1 John 3:18   “Clean up on isle one,” echoed throughout the store as a young mother with a baby seat perched atop her grocery cart and her school-aged son cringed in a nearby alcove.  Catching a glimpse of the now empty plastic candy cane     read more

Where does the devil talk to you?  The last time he showed up for a chat with me I was in the laundry room, reminiscing over how quickly the children had grown, left home, married and will soon bring a mix of teen T’s and 12 month “onesies”  with them when they come to visit over the holidays. It is     read more

I chose the brick.  It was either that or the oncoming car in the other lane. Shortly thereafter I limped into the parking lot of a convenience store with a hole the size of my fist adorning the right front tire. At a McDonald’s a few hundred miles back I had stopped to freshen up a bit and treat myself     read more