“Quick, get the ring off!” That was the thought that began my journey to meeting the Sandbox Man.
I knew my ring finger was broken the moment my hand hit the floor after tripping on the side of the bed.
“Quick, get the ring off!” That was the thought that began my journey to meeting the Sandbox Man.
I knew my ring finger was broken the moment my hand hit the floor after tripping on the side of the bed.
I’m wondering if I should tell you this.
It’s not something you just bring up in casual conversation. Christians sometimes doubt its validity and non-Christians think you are talking some weird religious language and back away slowly. My hesitation is well-founded.
Alright, I’ll do it.
I had been sitting at the table with her for the last three Tuesdays and had no knowledge of her life outside of the little she had shared about her husband and children. So when I heard “Tell her I love her,” I shoved that thought right down to the bottom of the long list in my brain.
“Tell her I love her”. There it was again.
We had been planning this vacation for months and we were finally off to Perdido Key, Florida, a wonderful, beautiful beach on the Gulf of Mexico. If you’ve ever seen pictures of white sand and blue water, that’s where we were headed.
OK guys, today I’m introducing you to Lexie. She is 24 years old and oh so much more brave than me. Her motto for life is this – “great things are on the other side of fear and comfort zones only cage you”. I want to be more like you, Lexie, but…
There’s a smell to it that’s hard to describe: abject poverty. It’s not a putrid or unbearable smell as one might imagine. It’s not the kind of smell that hits your nostrils and makes you immediately resort to gasping for fresh air or clasping your hands over your face in an attempt to avoid inhaling at all.