It was the first item on my “thankful list” that my wife, Lori, and I share each morning. That day, we both listed the microwave we had bought the day before. We had been without a microwave for only a few days, but we had forgotten how dependent we were on it: warming a cup …
I’ve always loved the story about the three little boys who persistently misbehaved in Sunday School. Finally, the teacher had enough and took them to the Pastor. The Pastor, a large and intimidating man, sat them in his office, walked out, leaving the boys to squirm until he reentered. Looking at the first boy, the …
My wife, Lori, and I are sitting on the back porch early in the morning. It’s quiet, except for the birds singing Lauds to the rising sun. We stare into the field behind our house, absorbing God’s gift of nature — the grass that melts into the Kentucky knobs, the low-hanging clouds whispering that a …
Now that our two Schnauzers have passed, our daughter, Madi, is kind enough to loan us Kobe, her Golden Doodle, occasionally. He’s a lovable boy we’ve come to think of as our therapy dog. His gentle mannerisms help soothe our lingering grief over Max and Baylor, and having a dog in the house again — …
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“Another old man and the sea,” the stranger said to me as I tossed some trash in the bin on the beach. Our family was enjoying a week’s vacation in Florida. I must admit, the man wasn’t far from the truth. The beach has no mercy for people’s age. It practically announces it. Every wrinkle …