
My son got saved at church last Sunday. After a passionate sermon and a moving invitation, I peeked over just in time to see his hand shoot up. I didn’t write down the date, though. He got saved the week before that, and the week before that, and a few weeks before that. We’ve gotten […]

Sometimes… I want to live in a land where the worst thing that happens is that my boyfriend forgot to tell me that he is next in line for the throne to of a tiny European country