I Choose YOU!
Remember the schoolyard days when team captains picked their players one by one. I wasn’t exactly athletic, and I sure didn’t bloom like the other roses on the bush. So, you guessed it — I was usually chosen last. Oh, the sting of that self-pity! I’m so thankful I outgrew my lack of self esteem.…
The Beauty of Adoption
I have dear friends whose lives have been blessed to have adopted a child even after they had biological children of their own. That was my Carl and his wife. They had one daughter and four years later, God blessed them with an infant daughter through adoption. I love this photo of him dancing with…