I wish I could like that woman, he said, shaking his head. But all her whining and worrying sure make it hard. Her sky is always falling. I knew what my husband meant. Mrs. Olson was definitely an EGR. Old Mr. Jones was an Extra-Grace-Required too. He was a crusty carmudgeon whose scowl could scare any smile away. And…
Her smooth cello drew me. Then, nine months ago we crossed paths again and I made a new friend. Actually, I found a new friend. Or she found me. In any case, our meeting wasn’t chance. Because, like C.S. Lewis explained, A secret master of ceremonies has been at work. Christ, who said to the…
The sight of them stung. Seeing all their kids set me off. The venom stole in under my skin and I started to scratch. Am I the only one who overreacts to the sting of the unfairness bee? Discontent is a fretting humor which dries the brain, wastes the spirits, and corrodes and eats the comfort out…
Grandma was a teacher. Even though she’s been home with Jesus for a year- as we count time- Grandma is still teaching me. But not just me. Grandma had lots of students. Decade after decade after decade-33 years, I think- she taught first and second grade. She didn’t stop teaching when her own kids came. Grandma…