I had a specific photo I wanted to scan to share. I came into my office, opened a drawer filled with photo albums. The particular one I wanted was not there. While searching through other picture books, with family photos, I found myself teary. Photos of my parents when they were young touched my …
The reason the button in my brain, entitled “beat myself up,” does not have an off position is unknown to me. I wish it did. Last week I was determined to make Amazon and my family happy by doing Christmas shopping. With step-three daughters (and spouses) and their families living in different English communities …
My mother taught me and my siblings to pray. The earliest prayer she taught us was for mealtime—the famous… “God is good. God is great. Let us thank Him for our food. By His hands, we must be fed. Thank you, Lord, for our daily bread.” The family altar and nightly prayer were a …