We were making such good time, cutting our path, lickety-split, across West Texas, that I almost missed it. The church was perched about a quarter of a mile off the highway we were traveling along. Since my son, David, was doing the driving, I could peer out the passenger window, studying the sights along the …
“If only this bannister could talk,” my wife, Lori, mused as she walked down the stairs of our home. “I know,” I responded, “if only.” “If only,” I said again, repeating her own words to myself, rolling that thought around. “If only.” Then I added, “but not yet.” The “not yets” have a way of …
It’s work, at least for my wife and me. When you can’t tend a garden every day, it can quickly get away from you. Restoring order to an unruly garden takes time, patience, and hard work. And so, there we were, Saturday morning, on our knees, in the dirt, pulling weeds. Weeks before, I had …
I was driving home, frustrated with several situations, and disappointed with how I had handled one in particular. The temptation presented itself to set up the plates, cups and saucers for a small pity party of my own, right there in my car. That was when my cell phone rang. It was my son, David. …
If there is one lesson I wish I could have processed earlier in life, it would be the same one I want to impress on others today. In short, it is this: what we think about, dwell on, give our attention to, has a tremendous impact on our behavior patterns. Put even more simply, we …