Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. They’re always jumping, ever grazing, and seldom sleeping. Yup, it’s summertime and the kids are home. Somewhere, tired teachers are on their

So, in an effort to save time the other day, as the clock was ticking, they rushed outside with the digital camera and then presented at my desk with about

It can’t be, can it? It’s not possible, is it? Surely it hasn’t been that long. No matter how unbelievable it seems, there’s no getting around it. It’s been three

I think it hit two zip codes. At least, that’s how it looked from my spot by the fire. The front bumper was squarely in ours, but the back one

“It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly, a shot rang out.” Alright, so it wasn’t stormy, but it was dark, and the way the conversation was going, it was

Truth or lies. Despair or joy. Hope or defeat. Belief or unbelief. So many choices for the child of God. If ever we thought we were in for a trouble-free