An Open Letter to My Sunday School Students
I miss you. I miss meeting with you on Sunday mornings and finding out what’s happening in your life. About your new puppy. About how
…those thoughts about life that spin like wheels in my head — and hopefully don’t run me over…
I miss you. I miss meeting with you on Sunday mornings and finding out what’s happening in your life. About your new puppy. About how
They named a drink after me. Usually had it ready the moment they saw my license plate. I’d walk in the door, and the whole
It was a book I threw together. Something quick for Sunday School to teach the lesson in a unique way. Nothing unusual there. My students
Parenting can be 24/7. For years. And for much of that time, you labor to work yourself out of the job. But some parts? They
I’m sure you’ve heard it. At least once. “Why isn’t there a Kids’ Day?”
**I heard it from my grandmother—the question of her day: Where were you on the attack of Pearl Harbor?
originally written for my “Family Time” Column in Fountain of Life Magazine, Jan/Feb 2016 It seems we are a people who love new beginnings. Turning over a
It was a moment to cherish. There I sat in her living room watching this precious woman, my grandmother-in-law, play her special version of patty-cake
They looked at me like I’d killed their grandma. Or at least stolen their candy. In truth, I’d tried to save them from the machine
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