So, I’m creeping onto Charlie’s blog to post a little something in honor of Father’s Day this year. While I was enjoying some peaceful quiet last night after everyone was in bed (read: sweeping the kitchen floor), I started thinking about how often my husband likes to tell stories about the children in his sermons each Sunday. The more I thought about this the more concerned I became. I began to wonder what on earth people must think of him as a father if they were to base their opinion solely on what he tells through those sermon illustrations. This is what one might believe: Continue Reading…