This Tuesday will mark one year since my grandpa died, and I've been thinking about him a lot lately, so it's been kind of hard. This is something that's to be expected; I mean, everyone knows somebody who's passed on,...

How can it be You were alive! Just a little bit ago. But now eyes closed so still you lie A place I do not know. How can it be where there was life Bright eyes and a heartbeat. Now that is gone I say goodbye? A thing s...

Continuing on in my series of letters on assurance and fighting for joy, but also on my last few posts about unity in the Body of Christ (here, here and here)...and my post ALL God's people singing, "He reigns" (Letter 28 on assurance ...

    Well- hello XANGANS! It's been awhile since i've posted a blog and I apologize...I know all of you are just dying to know what i've been up to,am I right? I'm finally getting called into my day care wh...

Grief,,why is it we have a cliché  like "good grief"?  Thats an oxymoron like great depression, or civil war.   Does it exist only as a counter to bad-grief?   To be certain grief exists, and on many levels....

I went out walking today. My heart was heavy, my eyes unfocused. My feet followed a familiar way. In my sorrow, I decided to stray from my accustomed path. I walked, head lowered for a time. When I looked up, squintin...

Yesterday,  she died on Veteran's Day...  At 84 years old,  outliving two husbands and raising 5 children,  she certainly was a Veteran of life. It was a Friday night in 2005 when I had come in from work....

Last night after putting the little ones to bed, my wife and I settled into a relaxed time of snuggling and talking in the bed. We try to do this often because we realize the importance of making time for us to connect...

Present Arms I guessed we were late. We were in the car right behind the family of the fallen though. Maybe I just did not understand the protocol. We were walking to the grave sight. I had Mrs. Hat’s hand in my right a...