As the tip of my eraser smudges against the flimsy pages of my pocket calendar, removing yet another meeting from our schedule, the word reverberates through my mind.
J-O-Y, down in my heart, deep, deep down in my heart.” As I sang this song with my two-year-old son, the reality of these words hit me.
There is something decidedly sweet about new beginnings. As the New Year rings out, and thousands of people make their New Year’s resolution lists-
As I flip the page on our calendar, I can hardly believe it. December. The word stares back at me.
Some of you may know her. Most of you do not. In 1999, she was serving as an Awana teacher in Canoga Park, California.
Just breath-taking. Words such as these are hardly, if ever, used to describe the nuts and bolts of any architectural wonder.