More Than Me
A big, thick walled, glass jar with a narrow neck was a constant commodity in Dad’s room during my formative years. I had to be
A big, thick walled, glass jar with a narrow neck was a constant commodity in Dad’s room during my formative years. I had to be
In the darkened worship center, his parents pulled his chair to the handicapped section. A place designated for wheel chairs, it was half way through
Autumn comes to those of us on the gulf coast on tentative winds. We anxiously await the first cold front of the season and by
The last couple of times I have been in church, I have caught myself wondering whether or not we are getting bigger or smaller? Not