I kept three of my grandboys Labor Day weekend while their parents were out of town. We had constipation, leg cramps, a hard kick in an intimate place, a couple of seismic meltdowns, and at bedtime, "just one more drink" issues to boot. To top it off, first one and then another came down with…
I love to eat. And I've learned something over the years that's probably obvious to everybody else, but it was big news to me: food only tastes good when I'm hungry. If I'm not, it's just filler. It doesn't zing me. It doesn't set off delight. It doesn't speak. I must've been hungry when I…
I was in a rush, and I didn't bother to check. I didn't look at my commentary, because I figured I already knew what it said. Since I was writing about God's words and my experience with them, I thought, well, that’s good enough. In my last post, "Feeling Foggy," I said that Paul wrote…
I'm high in the mountains of North Carolina in the cozy vacation home of a generous friend. Seven rocking chairs keep company on the front porch. The view of the surrounding mountains is spectacular, uncluttered by other houses and with millions of trees to see on the peaks, near and far. But today, it's overcast…
It's a rainy day, complete with thunder peels and a jagged lightning flash that sent Darlin' runnin' under the porch. The lights blinked off and on. The next boom rattled the windows and brought Darlin' to the door, begging to come in. A thunderstorm is thrilling. There's rain, of course, and there's noise. But it's…
The grandboys who live nearby knocked early this morning. Oak had a new bike and wanted to show me, having handed down his old one to Roan, who rode it wobbly and proudly, just learning to ride a bike this week. “Wanna ride the trails with us?" I'm glad God gets the importance of bike…
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