
Stories Matter: My Story, Your Story, Our Story
Stories matter. Our stories connect us in big ways, in profound ways. Yes, stories matter. To all of us!

Stories matter. Our stories connect us in big ways, in profound ways. Yes, stories matter. To all of us!

I don’t know what I don’t know, so I’m listening and learning.

When 8 minutes and 46 seconds count… Eight minutes and forty-six seconds is not a long time. For someone dying, it’s an eternity. Eight minutes and forty-six seconds in not forever. For someone needing help, it’s a lifetime. Eight minutes

I know that if there is to be peace on earth, it has to begin with me. With God as our Father, it can begin with me. It can begin with us.

During these pandemic times, I’ve faltered in ways not expected, never imagined! Monday night I forgot the words to the Lord’s Prayer. Yes, the Lord’s Prayer.

Got laughter? Got loud? Got loud laughter? “This is the day the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad.” (Psalm 118:24)

Happy May! As I enjoy beautiful spring flowers, I can’t help but remember some of life’s weedier moments. Some I’ve wanted to toss and pull like Dad did the dandelions in his gardens. But those weedier moments were often the

Real life comes with “background noise.” And in the middle of these unreal pandemic times is a new “realness.”