How does your thanksgiving flow? Mine? It flows. Then it stops, as though someone has turned off the faucet. Nothing. Nada. In fact, I forget. Generous heaps of thanks come to a calm. Dare I say that as a Christian? Dare I admit sometimes I become so self-centered that I forego giving thanks, even forgetting? Well, I…

“Prepare me, Lord.” The ending days of Dad’s life were coming. The rockslide was imminent, a slippery slope for certain. I didn’t want Dad to go. I needed God. Maybe you have felt that stomach-churning realization as well? The prayer was whispered in August. Just last week, I realized God answered that prayer. Maybe he has answered…