by Martin Wiles @LinesFromGod
Four chairs snuggled up to the kitchen table like a thirsty cowboy to a bar after a long, dusty trail ride. She patted one of the chairs and said, “At 7:05, me and Jesus time happens here. But you can sit in one of the other chairs.”
My wife and I were on our final trip to see our Arkansas family. Our son-in-law had accepted a transfer back to our home state. We planned to bring back our three grandboys before our daughter and son-in-law’s move a few days later.
Finding a place to set up my computer station for writing, editing, and social media posting has always been challenging when we visit. This time proved even more tricky and dangerous because a two-year-old toddler bounced around like a tornado in an alley.
