One of my favorite poems is "Road not taken" by Robert Frost. Let me share a taste: "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both. But being one traveler, long I stood, and looked down one as far as I could to where it bent in the undergrowth." I…
Directing Squirrels
God spoke to me through a squirrel. We were coming home from a birthday lunch date with my daddy, and in the middle of the street there was a squirrel. He was pitiful. He was confused and dazed and didn't know where to go. He'd head one way then circle around another way - going…
Leslie A. Lamb 