I opened my eyes this morning.
I heard the soft breathing of the women I love.
I touched her cheek with my fingers.
I smelled fresh coffee brewing.
I tasted the sweet joy of God’s forgiveness.
His mercy and grace are new every morning. This was a new day and anything is possible.
Me and my Dad
Today I honor the Veteran I loved the most by remembering my Father’s last battle and his ultimate Victory. My Dad was a survivor of the Bataan Death March, the survivor of three and a half years as a prisoner of war, and the ulimate survivor of a five year battle with Alzheimer’s disease.
Several years ago a very public man suggested that those who face this last and most cruel battle are “Really not here.” At the time I was compelled to respond in rebuttal because to remain silent, would be a disservice to my family and my father. This adaptation of that post is not a rebuttal. It is my tribute to my dad. A man who suffered so profoundly for our freedom. Who deserved my respect and love even in his worst hours of suffering.
My dad admires my watch.
My dad went to heaven after suffering from Alzheimer’s for over five years. In the end he recognized no one, and could carry on no meaningful conversation. His every need had to be taken care of by others. He spent much time staring blankly into space. But he mattered.
It’s lighten up Monday! In this clip, I talk about life’s bottom line to 11,000 adults and a stage full of teenagers. Enjoy!
The central message of the Bible is
the Creator of the universe telling us, “I love you.” His central message to us is
, “Show love to each other.”
Without love there is no life.
Is there someone you need to say,”I love you” to?
How have the words “I love you” changed your life?
My Father, Ken Davis Sr.
I know it is two days past Fathers day, but this is an adaptation of a post I did two years ago that hit me today as hard as the day I wrote it. I will re-post this every year, because the response is so overwhelming and I believe so deeply in the message. I would be honored if you read it.
I glanced to my left. The woman in the next car was combing her hair and applying lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara—all while maneuvering in and out of traffic. Thank heaven she’d taken her shower before she left home.