It was nearly a year ago now on Labor Day Weekend 2015 that we launched our son; our brave, handsome, ready-to-change-the-world arrow. On a hot Atlanta day, we hugged him

On the windswept plains, there’s a crowded gym. A basketball, it smacks, thunk, thunk, thunk on the wooden floor. A ref’s whistle blows. The buzzer sounds, and a group of

I’d prefer this to be a Wordless Wednesday, but when the Spirit stirs, I must obey… Sitting here, typing away at my stack of reports, nudge comes, and I know;

In the twilight, they’re blinkin’. Across The Three, waaaayyy back by the fence row, the fireflies are sparkin’, throwin’ light-flashes up in the dark. Behind me, Mister’s hammerin’ up a

In the middle of a busy workday, reports stacking up like planes over Atlanta, I feel compelled to stop. And to share a quick word, to break Bread of Life,