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“Thank You for giving to the Lord. I am a life that was changed.”

The pictures of my dad scrolled across the screen as Ray Boltz song, “Thank you for giving to the Lord” played on in the background. It was the day of his funeral and my daughter created a video to honor dad and my mom. The song was the perfect choice for me. Today we remember … Continue reading “Thank You for giving to the Lord. I am a life that was changed.”

Boys, Basketballs, and Bending

I kicked the basketball as I went through the darkened living room. The sun was just beginning break through the horizon. “Now where do that ball come from?” I know it wasn’t there before we went to bed. It was like an invisible hand had rolled the ball into the room to remind me of … Continue reading Boys, Basketballs, and Bending

Exhaustive Emptiness

“Exhaustive Emptiness.” I love the phrase. I only wish I had coined it. It came from one of my favorite authors, Max Lucado. It was in a recent devotional of his. Exhaustive emptiness describes those moments in your day when your spinning your wheels and you don’t see that anything you are doing is accomplishing … Continue reading Exhaustive Emptiness

Where the Wild Things are

Day 3 - Where the Wild Things Are Come listen as Kevin reads from my new book “On the Way - 40 days traveling with Jesus one the way to the cross.” 2059CFB3-E83D-45DE-8DE0-53DE95A025B6 Do you feel like you are in a dry season or a desert place? John the Baptist heard the call of God … Continue reading Where the Wild Things are

They call me LaLa

They call me “LaLa,” but that is definitely not the grandmother name I intended to acquire. I wanted to be “Lolli” and I wanted Kevin to be “Pop.” However, through the years and beginning with our first grandson, Asher, my name has evolved into “LaLa” and Kevin’s is “Pop Pop.” The name “LaLa” is a … Continue reading They call me LaLa

Everlasting Father

The picture is faded because that’s what old Polaroid’s do. They place perfect memories onto imperfect paper. The paper can’t keep the images from blurring forever, but the memories can’t fade from our minds. What old Polaroid snapshots can do is stir up the memories. I call this week my dad’s birthday week. Three years … Continue reading Everlasting Father