Last night I was putting together Easter Baskets after the kids had gone to sleep. While looking for some Easter grass in the closet, I noticed a plastic shopping bag under a blanket. I squeezed the bag in hope of the distinct crunching sound of Easter grass. My fingers sank into something squishy. I opened… Read More Counting Easter Blessings
Let me rant for a minute. I must express the frustrations that I feel as a seminary student. I will write these words freestyle, shooting from the hip, and bypassing all academic standards and expectations.