This past weekend Jerry and I celebrated our sixth wedding anniversary. Getting away from our cat, dogs, and various a sundry animals, we came home relaxed and refreshed, but not quite ready to surrender back into a routine of the day-to-day. Wanting to eek out just a little more, we decided to end the evening with a wonderful soak in the hot tub, while enjoying the beauty of the night sky. It was a great thought. But it stayed just a great thought because when we pulled open the cover, the temperature of the hot tub was a whooping 87 degrees, rising only by a degree in spite of our best efforts to heat it up. Yikes!
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“It’s all a façade.” That’s a really funny line from the movie, My Fellow Americans, when actor, John Heard, who plays the bumbling Vice President of the United States, Ted Matthews, smugly admits that…
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Can we imagine seeing pure love? Can our hearts possibly fathom, have even the tiniest inkling of what that looks like? Love that is without a hidden agenda, an underlying motive—love personified in the…