What my Mama said to me the night I overheard her and my Daddy talking about not being able to pay all their bills surprised me. As a small boy, I knew we were poor, but I didn’t know we were that poor. Mama was a Sunday School teacher in our little church. She always…
In his retirement, my Dad had a beautiful vegetable garden. I’m talking about a magazine-picture-perfect kind. It didn’t get that way from merely planting, fertilizing, and watering his cherished plants. Not on your life. Nearly every morning, even before breakfast, my Dad rushed out to his garden and examined every inch for any tiny weed…
When Mondays come around, I feel more grateful than usual. I don’t know about you, but for me Mondays are humbling. They not only remind me of how blessed I’ve been over the past week, but how fortunate I am to have another week to show my I appreciation for all our Father has done…