16 weeks have passed. The days come, and they go. The hours are filled with the monotony of routine, and the tasks that seem to work their way into every open time slot. There is so much activity that requires nearly no thought. Then, there's the stuff that gets done while going through the motions. Maybe while thinking about what's next on the list. But then, in the midst of the mundane, you Continue Reading...
Missing Dad
I'm here in the yard, at the house I grew up in. I mowed the lawn as I usually do. But I'm missing my Dad. He'd be sitting right here, outside in the warm air. We'd be talking about this, or that, or even silently enjoying that which God created. Sharing a mutual respect for the simple things that make life grand. Seven weeks ago today, God took him home. I'm home, and I miss him. I mowed the Continue Reading...