There are few love stories like that of my grandparents. To read the notes left behind in his senior yearbook, you get the idea that my Grandpa was something of a ladies man—handsome, athletic, funny, and more than a little mischievous. But the summer after his senior year, he met Ruth Lunsford—and everything changed. He had found his love, and he never looked back....Keep Reading
Tears rolled down his cheeks and hung on the end of his chin. I sat quietly listening and holding back tears of my own. My heart broke for him...Keep Reading
There it was again...Keep Reading
The contrast was so striking it was profound, and the impression both experiences left on me lingered for days. The first was that of a news story...Keep Reading
The words shot out of his mouth like a horse out of the starting gate. And the moment they hit the air, shock and horror filled his face at what he had just heard in his own voice. In a flash of anger, my little boy had looked at his brother and shouted, “You’re the worst brother ever!” He didn’t mean it. He knew it wasn’t true. But it was done...Keep Reading
Much has been said of the time in which we now live…socially, politically, environmentally…Words like “unprecedented,” “strange,” and “historic” have been used more in the last few months than I ever remember in my life time....Keep Reading
“…and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us. For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. For one will scarcely die for a righteous person...Keep Reading
I write this from my own little spot of isolation in the world…it’s been five weeks since we first became aware that our lives for the foreseeable future would be altered. My own life did not change as much as others perhaps, as my own little brood and I have continued on with a regular routine. Every morning brings a fresh new day of homeschool, followed by house chores, regular Lysol wipe downs, and the refereeing of children to their separate corners of the house when necessary. Next day…wake up…rinse and repeat. I will say, however, that one small but very treasured blessing of our new found slower pace of life is that I have much more opportunity to read for no other reason than pure enjoyment. Something I dearly love and quite frankly have missed as my responsibilities have increased with the ages and stages of my children....Keep Reading
It was a familiar scene… He in his pajamas and me with my cup of coffee all snuggled up together with our blanket. My littlest one is usually up first each morning, and he wastes no time in coming downstairs to climb on my lap and share a few quiet moments with mommy. This morning was no different, and as we sat together in those quiet moments we repeated our usual refrain from one of our favorite books… “Do you know how much I love you?”...Keep Reading
I drove to her house that day with a flood of emotion. I was on my way to make a visit, to minister to someone who was awaiting a very difficult diagnosis, but in truth, I needed ministering to myself. I was fighting my own inner battle...Keep Reading