When I was a child, my father refereed basketball games. I remember two or three nights a week, he would come home wearing his black-and-white-striped shirt.
Chloe and Cole still sleep with a light on in their rooms at night.
I've shared before that I am, by nature, a saver.
Tonight in the Myers household we had our first occurrence of a broken heart. Honestly, I thought it would be much longer before this happened. I also expected that when it happened, it would be Chloe.
I blame the wise men. Honestly, if they were all that wise, shouldn't they have known they were setting a dangerous precedent? But there they were, bringing gifts to Jesus.
A few days ago, Amy brought home two copies of the same children's magazine for Chloe and Cole.
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.
One day while we were at one of Cole's soccer games, a bee stung Chloe on her cheek.
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.
I was the only one awake. It was early morning and still dark outside.
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.
It was morning, and Chloe was watching me iron my shirt and pants for the day.
As we were getting ready for church one morning, Chloe dropped a bombshell. She said she didn't want to go to church.
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