From the Heart

Maddie hurried toward the front of the shopping center where Zoey stood, her scarf wrapped around the bottom half of her face and her hands jammed into her coat pockets. “I’m sorry I’m late. You could have waited inside.” Zoey pulled her scarf from her mouth. “No...

Greg grumbled at the mess in front of him. He’d spent nearly thirty minutes trying to smooth the spackle over the hole in the drywall. What he expected to be a simple job was chewing up half his morning. At this rate, Mike would be here before he was even close to...

(Note: this is a continuation of last week's post Trusting Him)   Bill grinned at the man approaching in the church foyer. “John! How are you?” John stopped in his tracks and squinted. “Bill? Is that you? You look great!” Bill patted his gut. “Lost 25 pounds...