Sugar currently occupies my sweetest term-of-endearment seat. Sometimes solo: “Hey, Sugar.” Sometimes paired: “Hey, Sugarplum.”
I often get some form of the question, “What does it mean to be a Christian?”
Last Thursday night kicked off a small group Bible study in our home. I volunteered to lead if I got to choose the book. Colossians it is.
Home repairs create a noisy home. So do small children. And barking dogs.
Brutal evokes images of bunnies being devoured by wolves or my grandma executing a hen with her hatchet. I always thought there had to be a nicer, gentler way.
The magicians able to turn multiple slabs of wallboard into one solid wall with no visible seams arrive today. Be still my soul.
My wife and I visited a local Mexican food restaurant the other night. She had street tacos. I went exploring and stumbled into a saucy molcajete. Beef, chicken and shrimp. Amazing.
I’m concerned about the abundance of grasshoppers forwarding their mail to 100 County Road 139A.