Watching the grandboy devour cold spaghetti, I marvel at the child’s creativity and sheer determination.

Those noodles are pretty wiggly, as is he… 🙂

I think one of the best gifts to give our children is the appreciation and love of silence.

Not muffled suppression using earmuffs, but the lack of manufactured man-made messages like radio, music, or television.

Some of God’s best messages are given in the small, still places between the walls of sound we’ve become comfortable dwelling inside.