Penicillin was a discovery made by sloppy-house keeping, wasn’t it? I don’t know if that’s exactly how it happened, but when I open my fridge and see mold, I feel like white trash, so I…
I dream. I make plans. They will happen. I plot things out in my mind, contemplating every step along the way, and even consider the hang-ups and obstacles I’ll encounter. I try to follow Jesus…