My dog died and my daughter got a tattoo. So, how are things with you? Ok, ok, I am not really equating the two events. Obviously, losing Dobby is actually heartbreaking. After almost two weeks, I still find my eyes filling with…
When You Really Need a Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace
On the first Sunday of Advent in 2008, we received a call that my father had finally lost his battle with alcoholism. The next week or so, as we drove back and forth to North Carolina to make funeral arrangements, I…
