Enjoying all of God's Gifts Under the Sun
I was standing at the sink washing dishes when something came over me that brought back a memory of my Dad. It may have been a smell. A sound. Something. And the picture of that memory was so clear in my mind that within seconds my …
It was midnight, and I was finishing up my custodial work in the FMA, my senior year of college. Usually, my night consisted of hyper girls riding around in mop buckets and singing “glorious” harmonies while “working”; but this night was overclouded by a sense …