Carol McClain       @carol_mcclain The elders in my daughter’s church handed out rocks. These weren’t pretty, soothing objects like worry rocks or quartz or painted ones with happy messages or water-smoothed pebbles. Each was large enough to hold but oddly shaped and rough. The pastor instructed us to hold the stone throughout the service. Being the obsessively …[ read more ]

Carol McClain       @carol_mcclain The elders in my daughter’s church handed out rocks. These weren’t pretty, soothing objects like worry rocks or quartz or painted ones with happy messages or water-smoothed pebbles. Each was large enough to hold but oddly shaped and rough. The pastor instructed us to hold the stone throughout the service. Being the obsessively …[ read more ]

For we know that the law is spiritual, but I am of the flesh, sold under sin. For I do not understand my own actions. For I do not do what I want, but I do the very thing I hate. Now if I do what I do not want, I agree with the law, …[ read more ]

 For by grace you have been saved through faith; and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God;  not as a result of works, so that no one may boast. Eph. 2:8-9 By: Carol McClain  @carol_mcclain Newly divorced with a young child, I started life over again in Malone, a tiny town in Northern New York. Here I met some lovely …[ read more ]

Image by aronki via Flickr      Sarah and David argued. “ Lincoln invented Thanksgiving ,” my grandson said.      “No he didn’t, the Pilgrims did,” said Sarah.      They debated and my grandson ended in tears. “You don’t understand what I’m saying.”      This argument continued in the manner that only my dogged grandson could maintain, so …[ read more ]