Don’t Let the Sausage Juice Steal Your Joy!
Recently, I was complaining to my dear friend about a situation which got the best of me. I was caught off guard when she said, “Don’t let the sausage juice steal your joy!”
Recently, I was complaining to my dear friend about a situation which got the best of me. I was caught off guard when she said, “Don’t let the sausage juice steal your joy!”
Listen with the intent to understand, not to reply. If you’re talking, then you’re not listening.
The first opportunity for me to step back was during a simple task: where to hang the 10 foot long hammock.
If you ever feel that the walls are caving in within your house, go camping!
Her Easter baskets were filled with the perfect balance of holy, wholesome, and candy.
I then noticed that her toenails were only painted on one foot. I chuckled to myself and thought, “I can relate!”
With eyes wide open, we are about to partake in the incomprehensible miracle of receiving the gift of Jesus’ sacrifice of His Body and Blood.
I thought I was going to lose my mind because of the behavior of our third child, who was 18 months old and often referred to as the Hurricane.
The next twenty-four hours were some of the most difficult moments of my life—knowing that we were going to deliver a baby, but unable to bring her home in our arms.