“Whatcha preaching on?” That’s how my dad would answer the phone for years when I would call him on Sunday mornings. We talked each day, early in the morning, just for a few moments. There is something about talking to Dad, whether it’s small talk, “just checking in,” or something more pressing, like “Is it …
I keep Katie’s notes by close to my bedside, not just because I promised her I would, but because they bring me hope, especially on those nights when despair wants to crawl in bed beside me. You have them, too, don’t you? Those nights when your fears decide to have a party, and their racket …
I carefully dropped the seeds into the ground, spacing them 12-18 inched apart, per directions. “Now, Dr. David, I’m not meticulous like you are. I know you want them in 1 inch of dirt. But, I’m not going to get down on the ground and cover the dirt over them with my hands. I just …
My Schnauzer, Max, is standing alone in the backyard. Watching him, I wonder, “Why is that dog howling, crying like a little kid who suddenly realizes his momma is no longer standing right next to him, thinking she has left him forever, when in fact—she is just behind the clothes rack a few feet away?” …
“We finally paid someone to take that OU jacket of yours,” my friend, Mike, teased. His message was attached to a photo of the buyer proudly wearing the crimson and cream jacket with the OU logo. “Boomer Sooner!” I texted back. Our church was having a yard sale to raise money for “Operation Christmas Child.” …