If ever you are in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, I recommend you stop and eat at Harry’s Breakfast Pancakes. Wait, before you leave me: This is not a restaurant review. Neither is it a travel journal. It’s a lesson about sowing and reaping. Back to Harry’s. Lori and I were eating what my dad would …
She opened the door and tiptoed outside. “What are you doing?” I whispered from bed. “You’re going to wake the kids,” I said, referring to our then 13-year-old daughter and 11-year-old son. “I want to see the sunrise on the beach. I may never get to see it again.” My first wife, Katri, had been …
This Father’s Day, try being there. If you can’t be there in person, do the next best thing: Call or FaceTime. Just make sure you are totally there when you are there. One of my favorite quotes from martyred missionary, Jim Eliot, is, “Wherever you are, be all there.” I first read that quote in …
Our Schnauzer, Max, was prancing toward us, like he had just won the blue ribbon at a dog show. We were relaxing on our back patio, enjoying the mild weather, watching the sun set. “What’s that in his mouth?” Lori innocently asked. He dropped it at our feet, as if it were his offering to …
We finally found the cemetery by the country church, several miles outside Rhome, Texas. We almost walked past the gravestone. It was a simple, thin maker, no more than a couple of feet wide and no higher than my knees. Bending down, I ran my fingers over the letters, squinting to read the birth date …