Some things you never forget. The phone call in the middle of the night. The sound of heavy steps in the hallway and a door closing. The noise of a car door opening and shutting, and the hum of our Chevrolet sedan whispering the truth through my open window as our car backed out of the driveway into the street. Then silence. But sleep wouldn’t come again for a while. My eyes might try to close, but imagination would pry them open with invisible toothpicks: Who is it this time, Lord? A baby? A mother, father, teenager, child?
Doing This Can Change Your Life
Anyone interested in how to change your life? As I told you recently, I don’t “collect” things anymore. Except for one thing. And collecting this one thing has made such a difference in my life. In fact, I can truly say it has changed my life in ways I never expected.