As I ponder my own experiences, I see both blessings and failings in the digital church.
It would be just me, to say a final prayer of committal, something very important to the daughter.
My days may be numbered, but I cannot and will not take one of them for granted.
The memories that make us either cry or laugh are so much better when we can sit and share them with others.
I thought those chocolates were free, just like the ones at Olive Garden.
I've always liked the idea of crawling into a tent for the night. It feels snug. Secure.
Before I could say, "Hi," he said, "I need you to open the safe."
Have you every prayed that God would do something terrible to someone?
It feels like this is going to go on forever.