Recently my husband and I watched the movie “Thirteen Lives” about the rescue of twelve members of a Thai boys’ soccer team and their young coach in 2018. It followed the story from the time the boys were lost deep in a cave until they were found alive after 9 days, and later rescued.
When my kids were very young and we went somewhere, as we got out of the car I would remind them to hold my hand. I knew how quickly little bodies can dart out in front of moving vehicles before even noticing that they are there. It was in their best interest to hold my hand so I could keep them safe.
Some people have difficulty floating in water. They awkwardly fumble around, trying to lay on their back in the water without sinking. They wave their arms back and forth in the water trying to support themselves. They lean their head back farther and tense their spine. To no avail. The harder they struggle, the more elusive the task becomes. Not me. I’m a natural born floater. It’s one of my
I’m an idea girl. I get these ideas in my head – some small and easy to accomplish, and some very grandiose and complex. Some of these ideas are self-generated and some are, I believe, prompted by God and my faith. The ones I think up on my own usually have to do with renovating the house, or a new diet or exercise regimen. I make a plan and then