Two specific events stand out in my childhood memory as recurring moments of hope: The first is the last day of school. What a relief! The pressure of assignments, pop quizzes and social stress was over. Summer stretched as far as I could see offering freedom to explore, play and let my tattered brain heal in time for the next …
A Man Without Moss
Hey Folks! It’s Lighten Up Monday again! Do you ever find yourself wondering if God has opened a door? An old missionary man who spoke at a chapel when I was in college had an interesting perspective… [youtube id=”GaKOQYiMlPk”] Is moss growing on you? [reminder]
Golf and Repentance
I can hit a golf ball 200 yards. Unfortunately, it ends up where no man has ever gone before; deep into chigger infested grass, or embedded in the undergrowth of some unexplored wilderness forest. Lately my golf ball has become a water seeking missile.
The Power of the Truth
The truth will find you out. No matter how many times a lie is told, the truth does not go away. It patiently waits for TIME to erode the ragged edges of deceit until the truth is revealed.
Maybe Tomorrow will be a Better Day
This is a watercolor I painted of my granddaughter Kialee almost a decade ago. I took this picture of her just after she had been told that swimming was over for the day and later tried to capture her sad little face in this painting. I remember trying to comfort her as I held her in my arms and …