“Of course, they’ve got an injury,” I complained to my son-in-law, John. “We’re driving the ball, and they need to slow us down.” We were at a college football game, the University of Oklahoma vs. the University of Cincinnati, on their home field, Nipper Stadium. It was a beautiful day for college football. My sister-in-law, …
“PopPop, will you sit down and read with me?” Emmie, my six-year-old granddaughter, asked, having plopped down on the couch shortly after school, her bookbag next to her. Her question stopped me mid-stride as I was hot-footing it to my study upstairs, anxious to resume work on a project. I was supposed to watch Emmie …
Waiting. That’s what God has been teaching me lately. And it’s not even me at the front of the classroom, waiting for the teacher to arrive with the test results. It’s my brother. And he isn’t waiting for a teacher. My brother waits for a doctor, not just any doctor. It’s a specialist who will …
“Good grief,” I muttered as we inched along the country road that wound along one of the many rounded hills we call “knobs” in Kentucky, this one only a couple of miles from our house. My two-word commentary wasn’t a response to a tractor blocking our way or cattle slow-hoofing it across the road. Lori …
Anyone watching me walk might have wondered what I found so funny at such an early hour. We were in Oklahoma, and I awoke predawn, taking to the streets while all were asleep in the house. That was when my daughter-in-law, Kayla, sent me a Facetime call. Our granddaughter, Stella, was up early too, as children …