Remember this little guy? The shamrock Russ bought me our first St. Patty’s Day in this house seven years ago? The one that almost died once when I drowned it and then withered down to one loan stem during the gray dark days of January? And then it came back like this? Well, yesterday as…
Sometimes I have an idea of something to write and it is a puzzle to me how anyone can get anything out of it…but here we are. Because often it is posts like this that speak to more people than I could have imagined. This past week I was in two different gatherings with people…
I keep thinking about the passage I read several weeks ago from Exodus 32 in my morning reading. Every year, this one gets me thinking and I don’t remember ever chatting about it with you all. If I have…indulge me. In Exodus 32, Moses has been on the mountain with God for quite a long…