Saturday past was a ‘dad’s’ dream. Under a rain-laden sky, gunmetal gray and threatening, I
Our last good-bye to Graham wasn’t on his death bed, it was 9 months and
My apologies as this final entry is so long I’ve had to break it into
Today is month two of our son’s leaving his cold, hard earth and finding full
Yes, that’s actually our late son’s voice on the recording. He was probably a year
Some would argue that Satan won in the end, and they couldn’t be more wrong.
Each and every evening, Sandy prayed over her baby boy – even into his young
This precious, tow-headed little charmer is one of the newest members of our extended family.
No, it’s not a post about football. This is about taking a stand for your
The Christmas Story…as it should be…
If you’ve followed my blog for the past several years, you know I have referenced
Why am I at the Shepherd Center these four weeks? I may not know the
“The river is rising The river is rising, oh… I feel it, I feel it,
“How beautiful are the feet of them who bring good news…” Photoshopped? Perhaps. I don’t
“And he got up and went to his father. But while he was still far