Thanksgiving is a self-defining holiday. It's a time for giving thanks; more specifically, it's a time for giving thanks to God for his provision in our lives.
Cole and I were the last ones inside the church, and I was doing a final walk-through to make sure everything was in order so we could leave. I did it every week. I practically had it down to a science.
It broke my heart to see it. I'm sure it broke the mother's heart, too. As I watched the incident unfold, I prayed, "God, please don't let that ever be me and my kids." Although, I know one day, it very well could be. A mother had driven her daughter to school and put her out at the front door. I was walking in from the parking lot and neither one of them had seen ...
I was the only one awake. It was early morning and still dark outside. To help me see, I turned on the kitchen light. Apparently, I was making more noise than I realized, because Cole came stumbling into the kitchen, wiping the sleep out of his eye. I turned to face him. "How did you know where to find me?" Pointing upward he said, "I came to the light." From a worldly perspective, I understood ...
During the past couple of weeks, I've attended several practices and games for Cole's soccer team. In that time, I've come to realize soccer is a lot like church and evangelism.
For her first foray into organized recreation, Chloe wanted to try cheerleading. It was a traveling cheer squad, which went wherever the boys' football team went.
I recently read a news story about a father who was at the pool with his child. The child started struggling in the water, and the father realized his child was drowning. He ran to the side of the pool, kicked off his shoes and threw his cellphone to a friend. Then he dove in and saved his child.
I recently read a news story about a father who was at the pool with his child. The child started struggling in the water, and the father realized his child was drowning. He ran to the side of the pool, kicked off his shoes and threw his cell phone to a friend. Then he dove in and saved his child.
I walked into the living room and across the way, I saw Cole standing in the kitchen doorway. When he saw me, he turned and disappeared into the kitchen.
Chloe and Cole were fighting over a stuffed animal one Sunday morning. I don't know why this particular stuffed animal was so important to the both of them at that particular time, seeing as how between the two of them, they have about 300 different stuffed animals they can take their choice of.
The other night I went into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of juice. Chloe came in and said she needed to take some medicine before she went to bed. So, I set the juice on the counter and reached for her medicine bottle.
Cole and I went shopping at Walmart. As we walked toward the door, I saw her. She was obviously in poor health.
The front door of our church doesn't have a doorknob. Instead, it has a handle with a small thumb latch above it. To open the door, you have to depress the thumb latch until it clicks and pull. That's all. Easy, right?
I love to grill. Hamburgers, hotdogs, steaks, chicken, fish - if I could grill soup, I probably would.
We all make mistakes, don't we? Sometimes those mistakes cause messes. Some of those messes are like chocolate syrup on the kitchen floor - it's messy, but relatively easy to clean up. Other messes are like toothpaste in the carpet - it's messy, and no matter how much you try to clean it up, it only gets worse. Last night, I went into Cole's room. I noticed a small spot on his carpet. It was ...
A few days ago, Amy brought home two copies of the same children's magazine for Chloe and Cole.
One day while we were at one of Cole's soccer games, a bee stung Chloe on her cheek.
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