You may call this a mid-life crisis. You may think it’s weird. Or maybe a combination of both… and you may be right. This month, I turn 45. Yes, 45. The good news is that my grandmother lived to be 92, so if that is any indicator, I’m still not even at the halfway point
Carriers of His Presence
Now that the wrapping paper has been picked up and the dishes have all been washed, I have had a moment to pause and reflect on the memories created this Christmas season. Our families are