I work at a retail store and the shelves are crowded with Fourth of July decorations. Customers are stocking up on flags and stars and decorated little red trucks. I admit I’ve purchased my own little stash. There is no doubt we are longing to celebrate the idea of freedom.
Confession: I ate a piece of cake. It was delicious. It made my mouth so happy; I ate a second piece of cake. I wasn’t hungry. I didn’t need the additional slice to give me sustenance or tie me over till my next meal. I desired the taste, and
I remember when we first moved to the small town of Ontario from Salt Lake City. The kids and I arrived first because school was starting. My Pastor husband didn’t start his new job for at least a month, so every weekend we would head back to SLC. Tim
