His character was as strong as the Rock of Gibraltar. He was stubborn and he could be stern. He didn’t talk an awfully lot but he had a keen sense of humor and liked a good joke. And whatever he said, I knew was the truth. The whole world might be wrong, but not my […]
Dec 26, 2013
‘Twas the Day After Christmas..
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And now, mail resumes, banks re-open, some people go back to work, and I heave a sigh of contentment for another wonder-filled Christmas, come and gone. Matt and his family, my brother Richard and sister-in-law Linda were here. It was a happy time of visiting and eating, and reflecting on God’s Word. Each year, Matt […]
Aug 21, 2013
My Dad
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His hat hangs on a peg in my hallway. It’s not the Stetson he wore on special occasions. This one has sweat marks, and a small spot of oil. It’s the one he wore every day as he mowed lawns, drove to the sale barn, or any time he went out the door. He never […]
