When the struggle bus stops at my house, my first instinct is to hop on, shove the driver out of the way and take over. I whip around detours and take speed bumps on without slowing down one bit. God might calmly tap me on the shoulder to...
When I think of grandparents, I am reminded of my own grandpa who tirelessly worked the ground to make a living. I remember being lifted up by weather-worn hands. He was a quiet man but spoke deeply of the things of God. Grandparents are ...