No one told me. Or maybe they did and I just didn’t understand. How could a baby’s cry be so piercing? It could pierce the silence, pierce my thoughts, and pierce my heart.
At Christmas last year, we received a present we didn't want: a problem. Within a few hours, a dirty, orange construction vehicle had invaded our yard, scooped down and churned up a large area of sod. What a mess.
It was an ordinary Tuesday morning a few springs ago. I was doing ordinary Tuesday morning things until I walked out of the garage and stopped short.. “Wow! Look at that!”
