Scattered Rags Isaiah 30:19-22

The other day, my teenage son sat down on the couch and tearfully poured out his heart about the approaching shift from high school to college. So many lasts. So many firsts.  And I wonder how things will turn out. If my husband and I said enough, did enough, held on tight enough, let them…

This one’s for the grocery store lady

There I was, standing in line at the deli, waiting to order a sub after church. My sons and I were having an intense theological conversation : “No, you may not have a motorcycle.” “But, I will be 18 soon.” The woman in front of us turned and said “Your mom is right. You don’t…