M&M’s and Jesus
The Easter M&M’s in the dish on my table have a new meaning for me this Holy Week. They are reminding me to look first to the Man on the Cross—not to the food in the cupboard.
Losing It
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“Touch my toes”
I stumbled through the kitchen. Bleary-eyed from a night in which I was up with one girl or another more times than I could even remember to count. My husband and daughter were getting breakfast on the table. I surveyed their progress, stretching as I stood there. “I stwetch, too, Mommy!” My two-year-old raised her…
The End.
The End.