You all know I love pictures that tell a story. Like this one says that at the time I took it, a bunch of people I love so much were walking in their sock feet all over our house. Eating and playing and laughing and loving. But today I saw a picture of empty shoes…
Nineteen seconds. That’s how often our sump pump has been running since yesterday. Every. Nineteen. Seconds. And yes, I am counting. Because there is an OCD bent to my brain anyway and when something is happening that rhythmically, besides my breathing and heart beat…I start counting. I may need therapy soon. So as I tap…
The handful of comments I have received from this series – whether typed or spoken to me in passing – have got me swelled up with tears so often. Satan likes to wield what’s known in the boxing world as a sucker punch. And even when we are purposely wearing God’s armor, that blow can…