Mary Hamilton
My dad's key ring was loaded with keys. As the director of a Christian youth camp, he carried keys to ten cabins, the kitchen and dining hall, staff houses, vehicles and garages, a boat house, snack shop, bookstore, offices.... His multitude of keys hung on a retractable chain clipped onto his belt, creating a soft metallic jangle when he walked. To my young mind, those keys represented my dad's importance.
Most of our Stuff will have little or no meaning to our children. What give meaning and value to the things we hold dear?
To help establish our relationship with Cinder after we adopted her, my husband and I attended an obedience class with her. The first thing we learned was to get her attention and help her focus on us rather than her surroundings. I’d hold a treat up near my chin and say, “Look at me.” As …
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