“Would you push me,” a first-grade boy said to my husband, Ed. “I won’t push you, but I’ll teach you how to swing,” Ed said. “But I can’t swing by myself.” “You can. I’ll show you.” The last few weeks we’ve looked at love, joy, peace, and patience. Now, let’s …
Are you holding on to your fruit or is it slipping away? How is your patience? Feeling restless, frustrated, or irritated? Angry, anxious, or stressed? Many of us are more familiar with these attributes and symptoms than we care to admit. But, if impatience encompasses the list above, then patience …
The blood orange slipped from my fingers, destined for my feet. I swooped it up off the floor, rinsed it, and continued peeling. Seconds later, it slipped out of my hand again. This time, I caught it against my leg before it made it to the ground. Hold on to …