The Doctor Said What I’d Been Saying
A busy ER, a tired doctor, and the moment I heard my own complaint in someone else’s voice. What one afternoon taught me about grace.
A busy ER, a tired doctor, and the moment I heard my own complaint in someone else’s voice. What one afternoon taught me about grace.
When I was growing up, there was a saying I heard more than once: Don’t take the easy way out. It was never really an argument against efficiency or simplicity. It was a warning against…
A November sunrise at Old Hickory Lake, a camera on a tripod, and eight words I have never forgotten.
I have regrets. Many of them. The question eventually becomes what to do with the road already traveled, because we cannot go back and drive it again.