Moving On | Francine Rivers
I’ve been reorganizing our storage room filled with shelves of books and family records. I found a small notebook and recognized my mother’s distinctive handwriting. It’s a record of trips she and Dad took from 1976 to 1978; motels, restaurants (rated), how many miles they drove. Two of our children and both of my brother’s children were born during those years. During that same time, Grandma settled in Merced with my aunt. Mom and Dad made ... Read more