My Dad taught me how to pick Strawberries. For reasons that elude me, my mom love to pick-her-own strawberries.
On a short walk by the water the other day, I was enthralled by a group of sparrows.
Recently, among a very nice list of compliments, gratitude, and encouragement regarding LOGOI’s ministry, we received this note:
“I want to change. Help me! ”
I put some music on in the background and was thrilled when a beautiful rendition of the old hymn, “Come, Ye Sinners” (written in 1712) filled the room. The updated rendition called, “I Will Arise” was sung by Glen Campbell. For some reason, I didn’t expect this from the “Rhinestone Cowboy.” But as the Boys Choir of Harlem sang… Read More»
“Tell your children about it in the years to come, and let your children tell their children. Pass the story down from generation to generation.”
“The faithful love of the Lord never ends! His mercies never cease. Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each morning” (Lamentations 3:22-23).
My first Christmas as a new bride and mom will always bring sweet smiles to my face.
As soon as children are old enough to speak, one of the first questions parents ask is, “How big are you? Children always give the same answer, “I’m sooooo big!”
I was sitting alone at a coffee shop observing life on the other side of the window. My wife was getting her nails done a few shops away, so I had an hour or so to wait. Coffee is my good friend, so I was quite content to relax and, according to WebMD, let each… Read More»
IT’S THE MIDDLE OF SEPTEMBER, which means Christmas is roughly 100 days away. I’m certain one or two of my relatives have already completed their Christmas shopping and sadly, will never experience the last minute holiday panic to which I’ve grown accustomed.