I sat quietly at a row of long rectangular tables. My wife, Heather, and my two-year-old son Lucas sat to my left, with my sister, brother-in-law, and nephew adjacent to us. Country renditions of familiar hymns flowed from an inconspicuous speaker in the corner of the fellowship hall of a small…
The other day I asked my six-year-old daughter what I assumed was a simple question — “Where do you want to go get ice cream?” There are two great options in town, and I wanted to let her make the final decision…