Red, White, and Blue — and Rooted in Truth
Carl and I just wrapped up two weeks of Early Voting and yesterday’s Election Day itself. Long days. Early mornings. Lots of smiles. And a whole lot of red, white, and blue. There’s something sacred about watching people vote. Young parents with babies on their hips. Seniors walking slowly — some with canes — others…
You’re a Grand Old Flag
Yes, it’s grand, but here at my home – it’s tattered and torn. It’s been up every day since Covid-19 showed up — as a reminder daily to pray for my country. No doubt, my flag has suffered from high winds and rain. From it being caught on my garage door light fixture, there were…