Sandra Bost

July 26, 2026

August 15, 2025

Last Sunday was our middle granddaughter’s “Gotcha Day.” It is the day that her sweet little life– just...

August 8, 2025

By Sandra Bost It’s the first week of school. Cue the sweet social media posts with cuties in brand new shoes, sparkling smiles, and stain-fr...

August 1, 2025

By Sandra Bost Bless your heart. Three little words that, depending on which side of the Mason-Dixon Line you are on, can li...

July 25, 2025

By Sandra Bost Hypothetically speaking, if someone were to mistake a bottle of moisturizing body wash for body...

July 18, 2025

By Sandra Bost The other day I was scrolling social media, praying for the families affected by the tragic floods in Texas. I came across the vide...

July 11, 2025

Summertime for teachers is a rollercoaster of emotions. First, there’s the “phew, we su...

July 3, 2025

By Sandra Bost I have never been much of a history student. I made it through the high school quadfecta of social studies c...

June 27, 2025

By Sandra Bost I mowed grass Tuesday with my mother’s lawn mower. I can not tell you the last time that I mowed a lawn, but my husband and I...

June 20, 2025

By Sandra Bost I had an encouraging conversation with a friend at church this past Sunday. We were talking about the propensit...

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