The Sunday school teacher asked the little boy if he believed in God.
“Oh yes!” he said with great enthusiasm.
“Well, why do you believe in God?”
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The Sunday school teacher asked the little boy if he believed in God.
“Oh yes!” he said with great enthusiasm.
“Well, why do you believe in God?”
Continue reading Runs in the Family
The game is called “P-I-G – F-L-E-A – I-T.” It’s similar to “H-O-R-S-E” only with a unique, Gabriel-like flare.
The family and I were having one of those no good, very bad days. You know, the kind that features a full-blown rain cloud hovering overhead and the haunting sound of Eeyore’s voice resonating through every decision you make. With shoulders sagging and Continue reading “P-I-G – F-L-E-A – I-T”
It was a beautiful spring day! The front door was left open to enjoy the breeze. I was in my office at one end of the house while Gabriel and his grandmother were mixing up homemade bread in the kitchen at the other end. The sun was shining brightly, the enticing aroma wafted on the breeze, and all things seemed right with the world.
Then it happened!
All of a sudden, the distant squawking of a panicked chicken grew rapidly in volume until, in just a matter of seconds, it seemed like I Continue reading If Chickens Could Talk