We have Questions. You have Answers.
I had planned to write something lighthearted today. Something about wallpaper and laughter and a mama still managing a glue brush. But I just can’t. Not yet. Not while there are Texas families still waiting. Still grieving. Still aching from floodwaters that stole more than homes — they stole lives, joy, and certainty. We may…
Our Questions — His Answers
If you’ve ever been cornered by a two or three-year-old, you know exactly how it goes—an avalanche of questions. “Why is the sky blue?”“What’s inside my bellybutton?”“Can I have cake for breakfast?” First, it’s adorable. By the 57th “Why?” You’re eyeing the nearest exit. Now imagine how many questions God fields from us every day.“Why,…