On Sandboxes, Archaeology, and a Childlike Wonder

Sandboxes always trigger memories of Bethsaida. The smell of sand, the wildflowers, the messiness, and the wonder in my daughter's eyes always take back to the year I went on an archaeological dig along with a group of other volunteers who were fascinated with the idea of getting dirty for a chance of discovering treasures. … Continue reading On Sandboxes, Archaeology, and a Childlike Wonder