One finger space. That is the exact amount of space that belongs between one hanger from the next, no more, no less, or at least according to my wife
Boys will be boys. I remember hearing this statement while growing up as the universal and widely accepted excuse for many of my less than brilliant ideas.
You know those days when you just cannot keep all the joy and praise in, and you realize that the person in the grocery store ..
Where did all my time go? Have you ever found yourself wondering this at the end of a day?
This past week we had the privilege of going to The Wilds for our mission board’s annual orientation week.
It is only an inch. Maybe two, at best.” These are the words I told myself as I starred at a map, planning out two back-to-back meetings.