The heavy ball slowly rolled down the lane and we wait… In anticipation, we wait. Would that spinning cyclone knock over any pins? As I watch boys crawl over ball racks and laugh at their silly shoes and hear a girl squeal in delight over her strike, I began...
“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.