Numbers Don’t Define Us
It still amazes me how I might not remember what I had for breakfast — yet I can rattle off my childhood phone number. It was: 462-7611. Yes — just seven numbers back then! And don’t get me started on that ticket number at the Social Security office — the one that told me I…
The Book-End of Legacy
I’ve shared before about how our family makes really big deals about each other’s birthdays. After all — that’s the day that God presented us to this world for His purpose and pan. It IS a big deal. But on milestone birthdays, it is over-the-top honoring and celebrating. This year it was Alexia Wallace’s (my…