Don René
He did not use grand showmanship or elaborate displays. He used simple, humble, everyday love.
He did not use grand showmanship or elaborate displays. He used simple, humble, everyday love.
I’ll admit it’s more of a mindset than a meteorological observation, but if you’re a winter-hater, might it be better in the long run to hang on to fall as long as you can?
So Happy Birthday, Kendahl, and cheers to twenty-nine. This year is going to be the best one yet.
Seeing chipped stained glass and other signs of disrepair was dismaying, but it also renewed my appreciation of how church architecture brings grandeur into public space.
Then MOses set OUT with JOSHua his AIDE. And MOses went UP the MOUNtain of GOD.
That’s one thing that sucks about winter camping. There’s nothing to do after it gets dark, except drink beer and stare at the fire.
“I’m actually on a connecting flight, traveling to a corn hole tournament. It’s a pretty big deal,” the man in the seat behind me announced.
My American Saturdays began with a coffee and a crescendo of college football media. Blogs, Twitter, and ESPN College Gameday made for a surround-sound cacophony of predictions, punditry, and hot takes.
I was suddenly aware of everything: the squelch of the slider door’s rubber seal releasing as my brother came in from the yard. The creak and crash of the screen door to the garage behind my dad.
Like a tube of toothpaste gettin’ squeezed out,
The rest of that dishwasher slowly eased out