Placing our Treasures in God’s Mighty Hands
I am being nostalgic as my youngest grandchild, Bryson, is embarking on his last year of high school. I wrote this text message to my son and daughter: “Good morning my loves. Sweet mama, I can imagine how you’re feeling as your last child and my last grandchild is heading out to his last high…
Being Right Isn’t Always Right
After all these years of experience, handling so many challenges, weathering the many storms of life and still here to talk about it, you’d think we should win every debate that comes our way. Case in point: My younger grandchildren have had their drivers’ licenses for just a while but now they seem to be…