Who’s On First?

They grow up too fast. I found out that my 13 year old daughter liked a boy at school. The following week we had this discussion: “How was school?” “Good.” <Pause> “I don’t like ‘someone’ anymore. I told my friend to tell him I don’t like him any more.” “Why don’t you tell him?” “That’s

the church speaks

The lights flicker as Ben Newman glides his broom across my tired floors. His touch is smooth and gentle. I can easily tell the character of a man by the way he treats me. Many men have quickly run over my floors and dabbed at my windows with the forethought of ‘doing’ as quickly as

I Was Amish Until I Met an Amish

God is passionate about us being passionate for Him.

Charlie, Lucy, and the Zen of Duo-Tasking

Good Grief! It’s that ol’ I’ll-hold-the-ball-for-you trick again. You would think that Charlie Brown would learn and listen to his own conscience and not fall for Lucy’s trick over and over. But, alas, he is Charlie Brown. He never changes. Change is not always easy. Sometimes we embrace change. We are adaptable people…when we want

Oh crap…she’s up!

My childhood friend, Donna B. sent this quote on her Facebook page: “Be the kind of woman that when you wake up in the morning and put your feet on the floor the devil say, “OH CRAP…SHE’S UP!” How do we become that kind of woman (or man) that is strong and righteous? Is it

“Heaven! Please hold…”

My friend’s daughter, Julie Johnson, was teaching her first grade Sunday school class on bringing all your concerns to God in prayer. She told the class that they could pray if they were sad, or sick, or lost.  To which one little boy replied, “Miss Johnson, I don’t have to pray if I’m lost. I

If i only had a soft warm puppy

My then, six year old son Aaron came bouncing into the house after school. His mother asked him how school was. He replied that it was good. “I bet your one of the smartest kids in your class aren’t you?” she said, trying to boost confidence. Aaron pondered the question for a moment and replied,

mr. know-it-all

It was my turn to pick the kids up at school. My seven-year old daughter, Nikki, piled into the backseat and wrestled with her backpack until she was able to thrust it to the floor. “I’m not going back to school,” she announced. Surprised by this declaration I shifted my body and turned to look

getting older

Today is my birthday. To me it’s just another day.  My younger sister called and asked if I was still breathing, my stepdaughter called me an ‘old geezer’ (lovingly of course), and my youngest kids bought me a plaque in the shape of a dog that reads: “If you counted my age in dog years,