Service Members Treated to First-Class Kindness
I have a confession. People in uniform make me nervous. I'm fine with a doctor's coat or a fireman's jacket, but put a police officer's crisp navy shirt and peaked dress cap in front of me, and I get a little shaky. Maybe I have a deeply hidden guilty conscience. I've never had a bad
God Changed His Mind About Me
I was driving Ben to basketball the other day when I heard this from the backseat: Mom, why did God let our friends become homeless? Oh boy. Some people close to us are going through a very tough time and my six year old has been wrestling with big issues. I took a deep breath
Week 4 Memory Verse
Something freaky has been happening. First, I have to explain that I have an obsession with license plates. Not all license plates; just the ones that begin with GGG. About a year ago I saw my first GGG license plate and for some reason, it triggered a response in my mind. I immediately thought GGG:
Kindness Leaves You with Lots to Talk About
I imagine, one day, when they’re very old and can’t get around quite as well as they do now, Gene Hanson and Darlene Jackson Hanson will sit next to each other and say, “Do you remember when…?” Only there is no way they will remember it all. Not because their minds will be failing, but
Start Pruning
I have the flu. Pretty much everyone I’ve talked to in the last few days seems to have it. I wonder if you might have a touch of it too? It’s not the 24 hour kind or the kind that has you running for the bathroom. No cough or sniffles, but you might find your
Memory Verse Week 3
I have two friends waiting for test results. I’m not talking the “I wonder what I got on my math quiz” sort of test. I’m talking big tests. Bad tests. Scary tests. Another friend is trying to figure out where she and her kids are going to live next month. Me? My problems are little
Kindness in the Benefit of the Doubt
Have you ever been driving down the street, carefully obeying the rules of the road, when all of a sudden someone cuts you off? You’re forced to hit the brakes because some madman is either driving like a bat out of Hades or didn’t check his mirrors well enough to notice you were there. How
