God is the owner of my life; I'm only the manager.
Caution your granddaughters to keep their tongues in their mouths around those metal tables. Cold out, huh.
Yes! Actually, that photo is from a park near our house. The little girls were safely at their home when I took that. When Mike was in seminary and we were living at student housing, some of the kids came running to get me to help a little African boy who had taken up the dare to lick a pole. He was stuck! It took a pitcher of warm water to get him free. The poor little guy was so scared. I think by that time the little Minnesota kids who'd dared him were pretty scared as well. It was kind of a bloody mess by the time all was said and done.