You know those moments. A sweet innocent child suddenly has turned into a 1980’s Gremlin and you’re looking for a microwave. (Not really, but really.) Or maybe it’s the slow build up. The whole morning is a study in advanced passive aggressive laser-eye-looks from a 3rd grader who just happens to be your daughter. There’s so much huffing and puffing and slamming of doors, with “Nothing wrong” that you feel like a class 5 hurricane is abrewin’ and you have no idea how to batten down the hatches…for the 5th time that week.
Continue ReadingReasoned faith from an empty tomb.
