When I was seven years old I jumped off a high dive. It seemed to shock everyone in the pool that day, especially my mother. I don’t know if you were like me or not, but when I was younger
Arrgh, I yelled in complete frustration. For the third time that week I was standing in my kitchen with a pool of plastic food containers around my feet. My frustration had reached its peak as every time I pulled
I read a devotional the other day on trusting God through the fog, the writer recounting a difficult drive down a foggy mountain road and trusting Read More »