I read the saddest thing today. It was an Instagram post by another writer, someone I don’t know. The gist of his post was that he’s done with God. He put it in poem form, and let’s just say there are words I won’t repeat, but I felt so sad that he’s walked away from…
Easter
Christmas Doesn’t Matter Unless . .
A couple of years ago, shortly before Christmas, I was putting our then four-year-old granddaughter to bed and I asked her if she knew what Christmas was about. “Presents!” was, of course, the first word out of her mouth. She was four, after all. I told her about how Christmas was when Jesus was born,…