If Every Child Could Know

If Every Child Could Know

Her little feet. Running through our yard. And through our house. It was a summer to remember. Forever. I think about her this morning, experiencing another culture with her mommy and daddy. On the other side of the world. I miss my little Gingersnap. But I also...
My Foggy Faith

My Foggy Faith

It gets the best of me so often. The unknown. The unseen. The signs up ahead I can’t quite see. Foggy mornings scare me. So does walking by faith. Take me out of the driver’s seat and everything gets worse. There’s something about gripping the wheel...