The love of God, my faithful Father, goes way beyond feelings. I will seek His presence day and night, so I might one day understand. . . And may you have the power to understand,
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The love of God, my faithful Father, goes way beyond feelings. I will seek His presence day and night, so I might one day understand. . . And may you have the power to understand,
Read moreWhen goodness and love fill a father’s gigantic heart… With Father’s Day approaching, childhood memories remind me how blessed I am to say I had a kind and generous dad. The goodness and love of
Read moreFebruary 1976. New York City. Most of my friends know the story of how a transplanted New Yorker became a southern girl—after twelve impressionable years living in one of the largest cites in the world.
Read moreStories by the fireside… We didn’t have a fireplace in our New York City apartment, although my dad continued his fireside storytelling tradition throughout the winter months—minus the crackling fire of course. I remember many
Read moreDecember 2019 ~ Central Florida. Most northerners know winter takes on a whole new meaning in Florida. There’s no snow. No sleet. No winter coats and hats—and sometimes no temps below hot. That means we
Read moreConsider the called… With blind trust, goosebumps, and heart-stopping moments, a motley crew faced obstacles and their worst fears along the way to lifelong friendships and brotherhood. Jesus had called them onward to feed multitudes
Read moreHonor thy rhinestones and workout tights? Imagine 300 million people decked out in red, white, and blue t-shirts and baseball caps with sparkly rhinestone flags. Whether they live in a Manhattan high-rise or the Alabama
Read moreA redhead with two green thumbs? Born and raised in New York City, a feisty redhead sprung into action the day after tulips and daffodils poked their heads up after a long winter’s slumber. Small
Read moreNature’s call A screech owl’s trills, calls, and hoots might calm the weary traveler, like the lone Whitetail who forages in the forest near my cabin. I press my face against the glass slider to
Read moreWinter, 1969. New York City A blizzard’s eerie silence overshadowed the distant honking and revving engines from the usual Saturday night car races. I remember my dad‘s contagious laugh echoing through our apartment hallway after
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