All expectations laid aside, I had *hoped* to post at least once a month.
There have been challenges – physical, emotional, spiritual…
And though time and energy fail me, I want to speak of what my heart knows: 304 more words
I remember this little song I sung as a child called, “There’s a hole in my bucket.” It was a song between Liza and Henry and how to fix their bucket and in the end, after going over different options on how to fix the bucket, Liza told Henry to “use his head.” You can find more about the song here: 716 more words
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Men may be divided into two classes—those who have a ‘one thing’ and those who have no ‘one thing’ to do; those with aim, and those without aim in their lives… The aim in life is what the backbone is to the body: without it we are invertebrate.” How frightening it would be to be “invertebrate”—to be spineless, weak, and weak-willed—especially in the Christian life!