Boundaries Part II

“How was your day, Sweetheart,” my husband Keith asked. It was mid-afternoon last week, and he’d wandered into the kitchen along with dogs. A hambone simmered in a large pot on the stove. I was cutting onions, celery and carrots for lentil soup. “Good, thank you, a...

Boundaries Part I

“Thank you for taking time to visit with me again,” I said to Pastor Tim Bohlmann at Bethany Lutheran Church in Waynesboro, Virginia. We sat across from one another at a small table in his office. Light reflecting off the snow outside the windows cast the room in...