For as long as I can remember, people have come to me regularly for advice. Friends, acquaintances and strangers alike have often unloaded their troubles and wanted prayer and/or guidance. I don’t know why, but I get it a lot. Maybe I should have gone into some sort of counseling. I’ve always just thought that …

I’ve noticed that during my son’s soccer games when there is a stop and resetting of any kind his coach often yells to everyone to put their hands in the air and catch their breath. This single act lifts their shoulders, their heads and their eyes. I’m no doctor. Gosh, I don’t even play one …

We had just gotten home from a Saturday morning soccer game when the all-too-familiar chants of “we’re hungry” began. I am convinced that my boys are hollow because I cannot fill them up. But that’s another story. I fixed them sandwiches and sent them on their way. I was on the fence about fixing myself …