I never eat at Steak & Shake. I don’t know remember why, and I no longer care. But I know that I don’t eat there. I have a vague recollection of a series of dissatisfying dining experiences there. It wasn’t the atmosphere or service and certainly not the milkshakes. But
It’s travel day. Home to the kiddos. My wife is at a children’s ministry training in Florida and won’t be home until Saturday. We had three days of overlapping absence and her parents split grandkids duty, with grandmom taking the first two days (everything went fine) and grandpa taking the
I’m a worship a-hole. I don’t mean to be. Really. I want to worship. And I know the whole thing about how worship isn’t supposed to be pleasing to me, but rather my worship is supposed to be pleasing to God. But in most times designated as “worship,” usually kicked
When I get home from this event I have to have a meeting with a few of my 6th grade boys. It seems one of them has developed the unwelcome habit of punching the others in the balls. It’ll be fine; it’s a classic case of rowdy gone too far.