October 24, 2024, marked six years since Dr. and Mrs. Whitlock’s son Harrison died. Though the Whitlocks still grieve, they do not grieve “as those who have no hope” (I Thessalonians 4:13). After Harrison died, he lingered long enough to brew a pot of coffee. Earlier that day, he visited us from Paducah, KY, where …
Even though the words are the same, Arnold Schwarzenegger has changed the jingle for me. I’m sorry, but I can’t help but hear “Like a good neighbaaa” instead of “neighbor,” even though the commercial’s “director” or even Danny DeVito repeatedly corrects Arnold. Now, whenever the chorus in the commercial sings, “Like a good…” I hear Arnold’s …
Looking behind me, I realized I had not completely tightened my Stanley tumbler when I walked upstairs to my study. As I followed the water spots, drying them with a paper towel, Lori asked what had happened. “It looks like I left a veritable ‘trail of tears,’” I joked. The actual Trail of Tears was no …
We were whooping and hollering for our favorite college football team, the Oklahoma Sooners. Our family was together for the weekend. Only one of our six grandchildren, eleven-year-old Eli, was old enough to enjoy the game with the adults. We had complained throughout the game about our team’s poor offensive performance. It was the fourth …
One of the benefits of journaling is being able to see, through the words we have written, sometimes long, long ago, where we have been, how we’ve progressed—perhaps where we’ve strayed or even gotten lost along the way, and most of all: the realization that what we once saw as a detour was, in fact, …