The Youngest of the Old People?! Hello, friends! If you have ever tried to juggle a ministry, a business, a house, and a rebellious set of joints all at the same time, you know that sometimes life requires running in circles. My strategy when I have a mountain of tasks is exactly that: running in circles. If I stick to just one thing, I get stuck, so I bounce from project to project. And between tasks? My secret to resetting my brain is a little bit of cleaning. Now, let's be very clear: I am no neat freak. But a little vacuuming here, a small surface wiped down, it clears the mental cache. There's a verse about toil having its rewards, though I suspect Solomon wasn't picturing a cat hair-free zone and a dodged inbox. Which is a cute strategy, until your body stages a rebellion. This past month, my cleaning and task-jumping came to a screeching halt. Between walking too much at the convention in Orlando, my ankle flared up so badly I could barely walk. Thankfully, I had ...