12 Years and Tears
Those who know me know that I tend to tear up a fair bit. This is particularly true, as I’ve said elsewhere, when something inspires me, causes me to stand in awe, or just aligns with the Jesus way of living. For instance, recently I got all misty-eyed when Rhonda and I stopped to consider the response from our community in handling Rhonda’s arm injury. Just the words of support and prayers and tangible acts of service for us (from a “meal-train” to house-cleaning…
