I want to be known as a husband to Lauralea. A dad to my kids, papa to my grandchildren and just a guy who followed Jesus.
I've been helping churches get healthier for a long time, and usually that's about praying and staying a long time in the same place.
As I emerged from my bedroom this morning and heard the Irish radio station playing on the computer, and saw the Irish cookbooks spread open on the table, and herself at the stove speaking with the strong Irish brogue like she just arrived off a boat yesterday, I knew what day It was.
Aye,Â happy St. Paddy's day to ya.
Now if a guy could get a decent pint of Guinness out here on the prairies.