What you mean?

So often I will be speaking to my young son, forgetting that he is only 3 and can’t always follow what I’m saying. His sweet, small voice will chime in with the question “What you mean, Mommy? What you mean?” I have only to pull myself down on...

Removing the rubble…

During my study of Nehemiah I’ve thought an awful lot about the mess he had to clean up before the rebuilding of the wall.  The sheer amount of rubble involved must’ve been…well, messy!   So I put together my thoughts to share with the high school...