A Sunday and a Season
It's Sunday and my seat will be empty. That seat there next to the preacher where I stand and raise one hand in worship and slip the other into his…
It's Sunday and my seat will be empty. That seat there next to the preacher where I stand and raise one hand in worship and slip the other into his…
When my fever flew to the heavens, and the shaking wouldn't cease, and the hacking howled high and heavy, I knew in those dark hours of the night that I…
When I attempt to light the fire of learning in my kids, I light a wick as well. Before math or science ever open up before us, I start melting…