I love this girl. We bike together and talk. There’s nothing in the world like it. She can carry her end of a converstaion like no seven-year-old I have EVER met. When Lois does her hair like this I call her Gretchen. Sunday we had sweet corn. You should see her eat that.

Here in Oak Brook/Hinsdale there are miles of beautiful, well-maintained bike trails. With the CRIM Race coming up August 26th at the very front door of the hotel in Flint I have been putting in some miles and hours running and riding and our new home is surrounded with great places to do that. Hinsdale is a delightful place to run and bike. The homes and yards of Hinsdale are garden and park-like.

Years ago in Ohio I had a friend named Cliff. Cliff loved to hunt deer, especially during the bow season. At the time I was meeting with Cliff and his wife Amy every week to disciple them. They were young, eager Christians, just starting a family. Their oldest child was a beautiful little girl named Torrey.
Cliff was a teacher and a coach. In the autumn he would spend his afternoons in a tree stand enjoying the fall and waiting in silent enjoyment for …

We are dividing our time between Hinsdale, Illinois and Flint, Michigan for another month, after which we should be in Hinsdale for good.
From August 8-11 I will be in Indianapolis speaking at the Advanced Training Institute Regional Training Conference. Take a look at the ATI site for details. I would love to see you and your family there. Check to out here and let me know if you are going to be there. You can buy me coffee for the tip. Here is the …

Shawn is a polite young man who works at the bank next door to the Character Inn. We met him when he came to get a Character Lunch last February. He’s been around a lot lately. He and our oldest daughter Holly are courting. They spend a lot of time together.
The other night we were all eating together and he said; “When I was little, if I said a bad word my mother would wash my mouth out with soap. One time I said …

Thursday through Saturday I was with the men of Lighthouse Gospel Fellowship on the shores of Lake Huron north of Sarnia in Ontario, Canada. It was the weekend of the Huron to Mackinac sailboat race so the view from Bluewater Bridge was stunning.

Our family spent the month of May in Mexico. We traveled light. I packed a blue blazer and kaki slacks, some dress shirts and work clothes. When we returned from Mexico we were to report to Nashville and then go through Ft. Wayne, Indiana to perform a wedding before returning home. I didn’t have a suit for the wedding but I didn’t want to have to carry one all over Mexico. I hoped that a blazer would do.

You don’t want to go to Subway with an indecisive person unless you want to be there until your clothes go out of style. There are just too many choices. Too many combinations. Buns, sauces, meats, vegetables, cheeses. Toasted or not. Choices!

Last evening we drove back to Flint from our new home in Hinsdale (a western suburb of Chicago). I saw my new office, got all our furniture and stuff into our new home, and briefly connected with the some of those with whom I will be working in the future.

When Maurice was a little boy growing up in Florida, he wondered if there was a God. Lying in his bed one still, stifling night he prayed; “God, if you are there send a breeze.” Immediately a strong breeze began to blow the curtains beside his bed.