Sometimes, your entire perspective can change in a moment. One event. One unexpected situation.
For my family, this happened twelve days ago, on March 21.
For those waiting with baited breath for me to release those long-promised posts about Trump and the church, I haven’t forgotten. Things keep happening so fast that it’s difficult to keep the drafts current, but eventually I’ll start a conversation here about that. For now, this is more important.
On Tuesday, March 21, at about 6:30 a.m., I had just arrived at my co-working space to start the day’s writing assignments. My phone rang; it was my wife, the Wild One.