My Sunday School Teacher I vividly remember all of those Sunday mornings almost thirty years ago. The paint in the room was forever being touched up,...
Finding Rest and Retreat in Christ My husband and I recently sat down and calculated the number of baseball games we’ve attended for our boys. The number was somewhere...
Gallbladders, Bad Backs and Spiritual Gifts It was my senior year of high school, and I was playing on a volleyball team at the Iowa Games in Ames. I was playing at the net, went...