In the morning, before I swing my feet from beneath the sheets and onto the hardwood floor, I check my phone. The dog stretches in the corner of the room and then the back half of her body begins its gleeful back-and-forth to greet the day. We always say she's the type of dog who would betray us if …
It Can’t Just Be About The Blog Post
Yesterday's sermon had me squirming in the pew, so I drove out to the local vineyard after church. (It's not what you think.) I didn't even change my clothes. I just grabbed my camera, my phone, my laptop, my bible, my pen, my purse, my keys, and my bottled water and jumped in the car. I was …