This little guy has the heart and soul of a warrior – he is always ready for battle. If there is no battle to fight, he creates one. He engages fearlessly and never thinks about losing.
He is ready to fight for what is right at a moment’s notice, and clearly, he has the outfit! So what if he’s wearing flip flops. And, who cares if his storm trooper uniform is from a century light years ahead of his gladiator mask. Oh, and the gun… plastic… it doesn’t even shoot nerf bullets. Nevertheless, he’s ready to defend his cause – whatever that cause might be!
When it comes to spiritual things, many of us wish we were as brave as this little guy is. But we aren’t. We are keep reading here
As the music started, the children in front of me caused me to smile. I suspect they didn’t attend “big church” very often, and they were seriously continue here
We had a wonderful visit to London last weekend with our son and his family. There were so many places that I have either heard about, viewed on TV, or seen in the movies, that I got to finally see in person.
On Friday we took a double-decker bus continue here
It’s a new week with a new issue. How far do we open our door? Do we open it all the way? Do we close it for a while? Where are Christians supposed to stand on this issue? Do we trust or fight our government? Do we fight continue reading here
It was mid-morning on July 28, 1979; I was getting married in a little while and no one knew where dad was! I wasn’t worried, I knew he’d show up on time. It was very much like him to just take off and roam about, but he was always there when he was supposed to be.
Brian, my soon-to-be-husband wasn’t as continue reading here
As most of you know, my husband is the 1998 Illinois State Cherry Pit Spitting Champion. However, it appears the mantle is passing to the next generation.
Last week our grandson, Matthew, was having fun eating cherries and when I told him that Cherry Pit Spitting is a very real competition, he got right find more here
When our oldest son was a little boy, he’d often sit at this little desk and color. One day I noticed he had squeezed himself into the far corner and I asked him why he was sitting that way. He replied, “To make room for my friend.
“Oh. Who is your friend?”
Hmmm. Roundcank? Well, I have to continue reading here