We Need Each Other to Finish Strong
I was (emphasis on “was”) a half-marathon runner up until a couple of years ago when my knees starting singing songs of “gloom, despair and agony on me”. I knew I needed to hang up my running shoes and put on my walking shoes. I remember the many hours and days of training and preparing…
No Man is an Island….or is He?
As we made our drive to church on Sunday, I asked my two young grandsons random questions. I asked Brennan, “If you were stuck on a deserted island, what three things or people would you want with you?” He quickly replied “My dad, Bryson (his younger brother) and a knife.” I loved that he wanted…