It came last week while we vacationed in Branson, and I knew it for what it was–a divine appointment. It happened, actually, in a darkened theater. Filing down front, Little

It happened, of all crazy things, two nights in a row. A storm blew through, lightning crashed and the lights went out. The first night, they came back on somewhere

I’m listening, and I’m laughing. Out loud. Soaking in the quiet, I’m reliving the week we just spent together on our family vacation. Remembering the craziness of these folks I

Keep writing. It echoes, this charge, in my mind.Keep on writing… For those who write, putting pen to paper, baring hearts right open, “Keep writing,” says volumes. Says, “Keep going.”

Maybe it’s the upcoming birthday that’s got me thinking. Actually, it’s not so much the fact that I’m having one as it is the number that’s attached. Some folks would

It was a story followed by many. A family of six; two parents, four boys. The first three born healthy, wrestling and chasing and cuffing each other in that way

Who would’ve thought a race like that could be so fascinating? In a household where the sports channel (whispering here) isn’t king, it’s surprising that a pack of sweaty guys

With summer in full swing and the kids underfoot, we’re running more than a shortage on food. We’ve got a quiet deficit and a noise overload. What happened the other