When we keep quiet rather than yield to impulse; when we resist our right to express outrage; when we stanch our urge to correct someone; when we deny our craving to be understood; when we zip our lips, though we stand on the moral high ground; when we leave vindication to God… Our act of…
I groaned when she asked, “Are we walking tonight?” My wife grabbed an umbrella while I tied my hiking boots. Why did we wait so late? It’s 9:00 at night, and raining. The sun can’t make up its mind whether to shine or hide. But we go. Out the door, up the drive, past the duck pond. Locate the…
Don Higgins sniffed at my pathetic resume and hired me based on nothing but a couple of questions, one of which was, “Married?” “Yes, Sir. We have a baby…” He stroked his mustache with manicured fingers and nodded. “Good enough.” No one ever left Don’s store without feeling appreciated, and I felt it too. His…
Cache of Grace 