Responding to Correction with Grace
I watched my neighbor sternly call her dog when he turned the corner of the building. We could tell he stopped, because we could see his leash laying on the ground. The leash didn’t move. He stopped cold. He obeyed his master. I asked if he ever barked. She said, “Oh, yes! But I don’t…
I Stand Corrected and Humbled
My friend commented on my “Mountain Top” blog yesterday: “I grew up around and raised our children in the mountains of Washington and Oregon. Winter, Spring or Summer, we would enjoy the beauty and majesty of God’s creations. It was not necessarily the scaling the mountain, as we did much of that, or skiing down,…