Look, it’s simple. These ornaments mean the world to me. It’s kind of like my life story is reverently safe and secure, stored in some boxes that I keep in the closet. You see, every year I go through those beat-up boxes of holiday decorations and every year the memories of my life come swarming
They are grown now, fresh adults facing love, life, and time. But every Christmas, every season of cherished ornaments and beloved memories, I am securely transported back to those blurry eyed mornings of yesterday. I remember it well, a moment etched in my soul as if it was yesterday, that very first time, that moment
The world slowly got smaller as Andy entered the warm corner restaurant. The gnawing in his stomach silently reminded his headache that one could indeed collapse from hunger. But much as he would like, Andy had no way of paying for it. The only reason that he had come in was to take refuge from
He was a simple man, small in stature, quiet in temperament, one of those unassuming types that make up most of the world. When I first met Josh, a teacher for our small school, I arrogantly labeled him as a weak person. I saw him as I thought he was, a smaller man with a
