Spilt Milk and Grace . . .

If I could take back the last thirty minutes of my life and live them over, I would. I wouldn’t have yelled at my daughter for spilling the milk in the utensil drawer. Instead, I would have offered her some grace and some tips on cleaning up the mess. I blew it, and...

Gratefulness . . .

Morning gratefulness. I’m choosing it. Where do I begin? With her and this post she wrote about her mother, Glory, four years ago. It was one of my first connections with LauraLee; her story and her Glory touched me deeply back then—a witness that reaches through to...
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