When my boys were little, one of them had a toy called Stretch Armstrong. And yes, Stretch stretched, across the room, down the hallway, from the top bunk to the bottom—until my son broke him. We put a colorful bandage on Stretch’s leg, and stretched Stretch less after that.
We all eventually find our breaking point when we’re overextended. Lately I’ve wondered (more…)
We almost didn’t go. We almost missed out on one of the most fun family outings of all time. And I almost missed out on what might have been God’s purpose for my whole trip.
We had arrived in West Virginia, from which my family hails, the previous day. At most elevations, snow was on the ground, though just barely. Only two (more…)
I’m a very old-fashioned girl. My husband comes home from his primary job to turn around and commit his evenings to freelance work, so I try to do the whole June Cleaver thing: make myself look decent, have the house clean, have dinner ready to go on the table, and have his glass of tea poured when he walks in. I (more…)