2 Timothy

  • It was unintentional. I thought I would be on the sidelines. After all, it was a kids' race. Actually, a mud run. Precisely, the Dirty Myrtle Mud Run. I had signed Page and Graham up for the kids 1-mile event.

  • The tiny squeak I heard was the bedroom door. As I look to see a little pair of eyes peeking through the opening, I hear, “I just checking on you, Mama.”