The fourth of July is past. It’s the middle of summer. The kids are bored. The days are hot. The lawn is drying out. The garden needs weeded. Can we go to the pool?
There are few things more refreshing than a dip in the pool on a hot summer day. Just
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Just before noon on Saturday, our son and his family pulled out of the driveway of their home in Illinois for the last time. They’re moving to Georgia, a new house, and a new set of friends, a new church and new schools. They’re moving away.
We hugged them, we watched them pull away, and we drove home in silence. When I walked in the front door, I heard the quiet of continue here
Transitions are not easy and my son and his family, are in the midst of transition. My son’s job has separated his family for months; the weekends are too short and the weeks are too long.
My daughter-in-law has done a marvelous job of single-parenting, but the boys also need their dad. They need a hug from Daddy in the morning, and they need to know Daddy will find more here
On mother’s Day, our grandson, Jake, was quietly bothered that there were no gifts for his grandpas. When we got up to leave, Jake ran to his room, grabbed a couple of his best diggers, hurried back down and gave them to his grandpas.
It cost Jake a lot to give away two diggers. Jake loves his excavators, backhoes, and bulldozers. He treats them as if they are his children; he disciplines them when they act up, tucks them in at night, kisses and hugs them, and dig deeper here
On Saturday, my dad will celebrate his first anniversary in glory. Dad would be the first to tell you he wasn’t the most consistent follower of Jesus; not only did he take summers off: sometimes he took years off.
A few years ago as Dad and I spoke about the difficulty of living out our faith, Dad confessed, “I’ve been pushing the Holy Spirit down to my toes for over 30 years.” I replied, “Dad, just click here for more
Marcia Furrow 