Every morning over the past month as I would pull out of my driveway I’d see Him – little baby Jesus standing on my front lawn. No, it wasn’t a vision and no, I wasn’t sipping too much spiked eggnog. It was my inflatable Christmas decoration. Although I have put this decoration out every year for the past 5 years, I noticed something different about it this year. During the daylight hours, when the multicolored
When I was in the 6th grade we were offered the opportunity to learn how to play a musical instrument. That meant, once a week we would be taken out of class for lessons with the local high school band teacher. I was so excited! I rushed home to share the good news with my parents. I was definitely interested and I was hopeful that they would support this newfound passion of mine. Naturally, their
Do you remember how important it was to make the transition from tricycle to 2-wheeler? That’s one of the earliest rites of passage in our lives and one that most of us remember. I was about four when I began to show an interest in riding a 2-wheeler. Our family’s custom was that when we turned six we could go down to the Schwinn bike shop and pick out our very first bike. Although I
I was so excited when the confirmation letter came. A seat was reserved just for me. I was going to be seeing one of my spiritual super heroes, Anne Graham Lotz. At the time I registered for the event I didn’t even know what she was speaking about. All that had been posted on the website were the dates, location, and speaker. That was all I needed. Previous experience had taught me not to wait.
Within the first few steps out the back door of the inn, nature had my full attention. It was a stunningly gorgeous day. The sun was shining high above the forest floor, billowing, stark white clouds playfully breaking up the richest shade of sky blue. The remnants of the spectacular fall colors fell like giant snowflakes. My feet rustled the sea of leaves beneath them until I reached the gravel path and the sound of
The officer walked with purpose, sharply turning, marking out a random pattern on the lawn in front of his audience. His faithful canine partner kept pace with him, stride for stride, never leaving his side. A sharp right… three more paces… then a sharp left. The dog’s head was cocked sideways. He never once looked in the direction he was going. His eyes were locked and focused on his master. He trusted his master’s movements