It was, on the surface of it, mere coincidence (co-incidents). A happenstance. An odd, unplanned meeting in a coffee shop. A conversation flash-sparked by a purse (and that, bright orange).

It came during a good and productive discussion at church. We were sittin’ in the middle of a sizable Sunday School class where the topic was “fighting for our families,” a

Dear parents of daughters, Of all things, it happened again at church. There we were, talking about parenting in this tough and mixed-up world, and there it came. I used

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger I’ve told you this story before, but as the country waits to see what Irma will do and Texas still reels from Harvey’s wallop, my thoughts are traveling back. It