Willing Stewards

“Is Ella coming outside?” Thomas asked as we emptied the new bag of sand into the sandbox. The tears welling up in my eyes as I replied surprised me. “Not today, buddy.” Jake was already loping around the yard, sniffing at spots where Ella rested the day before. The last six months have been difficult …

Steward Well

The last of the sunset was quickly slipping below the tree line when we finally made it outside. Each evening we feed the fish at the edge of the lake behind our house. As my husband and I stood watching after spreading the bits of food across the water, the larger bluegill began breaking the …