Nineteen seconds. That’s how often our sump pump has been running since yesterday. Every. Nineteen. Seconds. And yes, I am counting. Because there is an OCD bent to my brain anyway and when something is happening that rhythmically, besides my breathing and heart beat…I start counting. I may need therapy soon. So as I tap…
The handful of comments I have received from this series – whether typed or spoken to me in passing – have got me swelled up with tears so often. Satan likes to wield what’s known in the boxing world as a sucker punch. And even when we are purposely wearing God’s armor, that blow can…
Hope you had a good weekend and whether you were rooting for the Patriots or the Eagles or Justin Timberlake or could care less that it was Super Bowl Sunday, can we all agree that the scene stealer of the whole event was that winning quarterback’s darling little one in her NFL denim jacket and…