Well…it’s over. But it’s not over. The decisions that were made in the voting booth will ring loudly for the next four years. Some are happy. Some are sad. But now we move forward. And with hesitancy and uncertainty and a pit in the stomach, many ask the question, “What do we tell the children?” Specifically, people are asking this ...
I went to sleep last night at 10 pm. Yep. Ten o’clock. I’ve prayed for months and months and days and days leading up to the election, “Lord, not our will but Yours be done.” I voted and then prayed some more. There was nothing left for me to do. And I was tired. So when the election coverage was ...
Today is Saturday, November 5th. I got up, turned on my teakettle, and pet my dog. I read my Bible. Prayed. Put the final touches on my message for tomorrow and took my son to the high school for his first speech match. (You have to really love speech to agree to a 6:45 am arrival time.) I ate a ...
Rest. It can be elusive. We’re constantly bombarded with images and screens and noise and crisis. The cacophony of the news in one room and the game in the other and dogs barking and kids fighting and……The mind is always moving. Churning. Thinking. Grappling with problems that overwhelm until we’re exhausted. Weighed down with burdens too big to bear. I just ...
My heart is racing. I’m wringing my hands. Nerves everywhere, watching game 7 of the World Series. I’m talking (not so softly) to my TV. Come on CLE. Let’s do this. We NEED this. Come on, Lindor. Homer it baby! Praying. Help them, Lord. We are Cleveland fans through and through. Cavs. Indians. Browns. The West Side Market. ...