When Suck it Up Buttercup Isn’t the Answer
I consumed large amounts of water in the days leading up to our recent skip trip to Crested Butte, Colorado, but alas, I still found myself with an extreme case of altitude sickness. Please don’t hear that as I got a tad queasy. This wasn’t that. This was an evil experience. As I said to my beloved once I could speak again, “Are you saying
Hidden Riches
I ran across a fascinating story about the late newspaper publisher, William Randolph Hearst. I want to share it with you because of the tremendous truth I think it holds for all of us. As the story goes, the tremendously wealthy Mr. Hearst was an avid art collector who spared no expense in acquiring treasures from all over the world. One day, Mr. Hearst read about
Legalism’s Weak Spot
will always be the blood of Jesus Christ.
Scars of Redemption
I doubt any of you could see the faded marks on my chest if I didn’t point them out, but I can still see them because I know where to look. I look quite often. I call these marks my love wounds, gifts from my youngest grandchild. It’s unintentional, for sure, this habit nineteen month old Connor Maher has of playing with your skin while you’re
Forgetting to Remember
Once upon a time I worked as a drive-in teller for the bank uptown. Trusting your happy hostess with other folks’ money didn’t turn out well. Wait, that doesn’t sound good. I should clarify, quickly. The problem wasn’t my making off with anyone’s funds, it was my tendency to lose track of them and that’s not the sort of thing that will send you up