Like Jonah, I was swirled and swept under water by the waves. I was up, down, and struggling to breathe; getting tired really fast.
Golf is the four-letter word of sports. Growing up playing golf does something to you. Something deep.
St. Patrick was kidnapped by pirates? His name was Maewyn Succat? Why are there no snakes in Ireland? Also, what are some good Irish recipes? and don’t forget dessert!!
There was yelling, there was cursing, and kitchen cupboard doors being slammed—the argument? Something rather minor and nonsensical. It happened really fast; from 0 to 100 in about 2 minutes.
I often struggle when I see people respond to this question. Are they really praying? Is it just a nice thing we say to one another to make us feel better? Do we really believe in the power of prayer?