
I Am Now Older Than My Mother
You know that moment a child blurts out, “When I grow older than you, …” And everybody laughs. Because you know that isn’t possible. Well,
…those thoughts about life that spin like wheels in my head — and hopefully don’t run me over…

You know that moment a child blurts out, “When I grow older than you, …” And everybody laughs. Because you know that isn’t possible. Well,

She made Christmas. Not created it… It’s Christ’s day. Celebrating Him and all He is. His birth, life, death, resurrection—all to open a way for

I’ve been thinking a lot about Daniel lately. The Old Testament one. Not about his strength, his steadfastness, his willingness to follow God no matter

I miss you. I miss meeting with you on Sunday mornings and finding out what’s happening in your life. About your new puppy. About how

They named a drink after me. Usually had it ready the moment they saw my license plate. I’d walk in the door, and the whole

It was a book I threw together. Something quick for Sunday School to teach the lesson in a unique way. Nothing unusual there. My students

Parenting can be 24/7. For years. And for much of that time, you labor to work yourself out of the job. But some parts? They

I’m sure you’ve heard it. At least once. “Why isn’t there a Kids’ Day?”

I heard it from my grandmother—the question of her day: Where were you on the attack of Pearl Harbor?
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