As much as he wanted to tune out the voices he heard coming from inside the church, he could not. He knew the identity of every voice, and their words cut deep. …
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As much as he wanted to tune out the voices he heard coming from inside the church, he could not. He knew the identity of every voice, and their words cut deep. …
Read moreThe love of my good, good father… With Father’s Day right around the corner, I’m reminded of my dad and how he always held my mother’s hand while our family walked in the park. His
Read more“A wise son brings joy to his father…” (Proverbs 10:1a NIV). Although my name’s not actually Joy, my husband did bring me to his father, as well as to my own, when we were merely
Read moreSome fathers are good; some are bad. Some fathers are loving; some are not. Some fathers are good providers; some are not. But no matter what kind of father you had, you can still have
Read moreWith the approach of Father’s Day, bittersweet memories rush in. The sensation of being carried in my father’s arms when I was too tired to walk. Warmth. Safety. Security. Love. Remembering the Love of My
Read moreMy Dad’s birthday is on May 1st. I always struggled with what to buy him as a gift. When I was younger, my childish gift ideas didn’t seem fitting for the man who worked harder
Read moreMy Father adopted me into His family when I was only a teen. I needed His love, and He was there for me. Even though I had a lot of character flaws, and even though I was insecure, He took me in—no questions asked, nothing disqualifying me from becoming part of His family. Now, I live every day to show Him my gratitude….
Read moreHe raised us like a shepherd tending to his flock, Quiet strength and kindness his banner. He instilled within us the value of honorable work And covered us with favor like a wool blanket.
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 moreI had reached the age of twelve, and Dad kept his promise. Dad loved to hunt and eat squirrel—and wanted me to also. I heard the hinges squeak on my bedroom door. Dad peeked his
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