We obviously didn’t want to return from vacation. We made two overnight pit-stops on the way home. One in Fort Walton for some beach play, and then one in Birmingham, or “Neighborham” as Ellie called it.
I might be able to fool myself into believing that I’ve got my life together. I might even be able to fool you. But I can never fool my children. Not even for a second. They are little emissaries of the Holy Spirit, tapping me on my shoulder whenever I let things get out of … More Mary or Martha?
Jesus, lover of my soul, let my faith be like that of a three-year-old. … More The Faith of A Child
God’s grace is sufficient for melted crayons. … More Crayons in the Dryer