Should we give flowers to all the mothers? It was an innocent question. But it got so complicated. Not that everyone involved in the wasn’t gracious. Everyone was. But the email thread got tangled. Who Gets Flowers? Maybe all the kids could hand the flowers out? No, we’d better not. Some moms might get overlooked. That’s…
Photo by Jen Boucher Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, weak and wounded, sick and sore; Jesus ready stands to save you, full of pity, love and power. Come ye, weary, heavy laden, lost and ruined by the fall; If you tarry till you’re better, you will never come at all. -Joseph Hart, Come, Ye…
Solitude produces melancholy. When we are alone, the worst and saddest things come to mind. We reflect in detail upon all sorts of evils. And if we have encountered adversity in our lives, we dwell upon it as much as possible, magnify it, think that no one is so unhappy as we are, and imagine the…
He can put on his own pillowcases, I fumed, fumbling to fit my own maroon pillowcase over bulging queen-sized bulk. And if anyone says, “I love God,” and hates his brother, he is a liar… Oh! but his words hurt me so, I said in my head as I slammed two clean cases-as hard as fabric can…