Chin Up
Welcome, friend. Normally, I start my blog with a scripture Heavenly Dad has given me about something going on in my life. Not today. I have a weekend at home. “Aaaand,” you might be wondering, is that supposed to mean I have fireworks or confetti going off in my head or boxes of Kleenex and photo albums of “what was,” covering the table. Neither. This is Memorial Day weekend and I was...