Dark Days and the Voice of TRUTH Dear Readers, It has been FOREVER since I have updated the blog. The title tells it all. There have been many dark days. Have you ever had a string of dark days?
Birthdays and whiny Christians Birthdays can be looked at from different perspectives, either excitement or sadness. I think children look more towards the excitement end. I wish as adults we could keep that innocent mindset as the years progress.
I only lasted 24 hours Have you ever experienced that ultimate victorious sensation during special revival meetings at church? After such an amazing time of worship, experience with God and just freedom, you think to yourself I am going
Wisdom tooth experiences The only surgery I can recall having was about 25 years ago. I had a permanent tooth lodged sideways in my jaw, which I was told would never erupt naturally. Therefore, I still have one baby
Easter Story As Sara, my eleven year old, searched for family pictures on my facebook profile, she came across LOVE 146 recent post. I read to her the recent rescue of a four-year-old girl from the bondage of sex
Birthday boys In the rural town of Shimogga, India we held a recent medical camp. One young man with a cleft lip captured our Ganesh windowattention. At first, he would not look anyone in the eye. His eyes were
Eyes and Hands Caleb turned nine years old on August 25! It was a special day for us, not only to celebrate his birth, but also to celebrate a wonderful medical camp in a city 300 kilometers from Bangalore.
Not for a Moment While we were in Boston sharing about the ministry of Love Without Reason, this beautiful song by Meredith Andrews was sung during worship. The song basically is saying in the fire, in the flood, whatever
Sanctity of Human Life 2015 One day I hope to be able to attend the March for Life in Washington, DC. What an amazing event to literally take a stand for the life of the voiceless, vulnerable children. In
Can I Hold You? My youngest nephew, Chris, had the most adorable way of asking to be picked up and held. We would watch him toddle his way to his mom and dad, latch on to their pant leg
