August 2nd, 2010

Are your dreams far away and undefined or within reach and rich with detail? I just spent a week with my youngest grandson, Tyler. He is one of the most positive little people I have ever met. His answer to almost everything is an enthusiastic “OKAY!”
“Want to climb a mountain?”
“OKAY!”
“Want to ride the four wheeler?”
“OKAY?”
There are some exceptions! I asked him if he wanted to get a flu shot and couldn’t find him for an hour.
June 15th, 2010

Yesterday my son in law, Scott Fowler, sent me this picture of my grandsons, Preston and Bailey. They made this flag with their own hand prints, as a gift to their father.
November 11th, 2009

Ken was still a teenager when he enlisted in the army. He was one of twelve children, and he recognized his chance to make something of himself. He couldn’t know the United States would be at war within a matter of months.
At eighteen, Ken found himself in the thick of battle defending the Philippines against the onslaught of Japanese attack. One day he lay behind a log and watched as enemy soldiers overran his position by the hundreds. Ken and a companion hid their rifles and surrendered. It marked the beginning of a three-and-a-half year nightmare. Ken became a prisoner of war.
July 4th, 2008
Preston Fowler
Both redemption and freedom are costly privileges. We must never forget the cost of liberty or abuse the privilege. The east coast boasts the stature of liberty. We should erect another on our west shore called the statue of responsibility.
The hope of the cross can not only be viewed on a hill far away. It can be seen by a needy world only when we pay the cost to carry it on our journey of life. Thank you to all who have paid the price for freedom and to the ONE who paid for my redemption. Happy fourth and an ecstatic forever.