40:40 Day 8

With Beth Moore’s “Believing God” and a picnic blanket tucked under my arm, I made my way to a grassy area in the middle of Crump Park.  My spidey-sense (aka discernment) pricked as I passed a man in the small gravel parking lot who was just sitting in his car with the door open as…

That Time I Fought Crime

It had been the longest, most frustrating night at work. My eighth day in a row consisted of being neck deep in the weeds and also a ten percent tip average. As they say in Mexico, no bueno. I got home around eleven, ate my Vegan Cobb Salad (better than it sounds) and then switched…