A handful of cherries
One of my Dad’s favorite illustrations about God supplying our needs is a story about a little boy named Johnny. Seems that Johnny was at the Farmer’s Market one afternoon with his Grandma. As usual, Johnny had his beanie cap on. He was staring intently at a big crate of Blackheart cherries when the big man [...]
What is hidden hurts us all
For the last week or so I have been helping my buddy, Bob, try to eradicate years of unchecked growth out at his mom’s house in Taneytown. We have tackled forsythia bushes that must be over 12 feet tall. Trying to trim these bushes back to something manageable AND manicured is almost a no-win situation. [...]
