My husband intensely dislikes social settings. We go to parties, and he smiles and tells jokes. You would never know that inside he is a big ball of nerves. His idea of fun is going out into the yard alone and getting his hands dirty—he works hard and crashes into bed exhausted at the end…
Have you ever seen the Queen of England or the President of the United States digging through the trash for food to eat? Obviously, your answer is no. You probably never will. What about the children of royalty? Must they go prowling through alley ways in a desperate search for items to meet their needs?…
Over the past 4 years, I have attempted to grow a vegetable garden in our yard. It’s been a failure, but only by the number of harvestable plants. What hasn’t failed is the process of illuminating personal areas in my life that need attention. I’m glad to learn, but I still want to harvest fruits…
I married my wife because I couldn’t imagine ever finding her equal. I was in love, and I was also impressed. Her value was so clear that there was no way I was going to let her get away if I could do anything about it. I began with the perspective Adam had toward Eve…
Much of what I remember from Easter celebrations of years past come from the photo albums kept for me throughout the years. There’s the picture of my mom and me, age 4, wearing matching blue and white striped dresses standing in front of a bare tree with colorful plastic Easter eggs hanging from its branches. Or…
