Let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus…
(Hebrews 12:1-2)
I think the story of the resurrection permeated my soul more this year than ever before. Can anyone relate? Perhaps it was the quietness. Maybe,
“Okay, a couple of things,” the commissioner says. “First of all, you came in here and you caused a disruption by moving those chairs. Also, you seem to be all over the place and it’s hard for me to follow you, so I’m going to have you do a drug test.”
Okay, this post filled up like a plate at a pot luck dinner. But there are some treats on it, so prop up your feet
“I’m depressed,” he said. “Because I don’t get to see my son.” Well, I would be depressed too in his situation, I suppose. Both Marnell and I felt confident, though, that his problems would not go away until he gets clean from the drugs. We were willing to put a great deal of energy into helping him get into the rehab.
6:20 “I don’t feel so great,” I tell Marnell. “My sore throat is back.” I’m not super worried, since I woke up with one on
And toilet paper? Talk about a routine that Americans are ill-equipped to abandon. There are plenty of cultures that would thrive without toilet paper, but we are not one of them.
