Years ago God planted a seed of vision in my heart for a godly family. Since then I have continually asked God to help me raise a family that would stir the hearts of others to embrace the ways of God.
Get out a Map of Ohio. Look in the middle of the state. The big city there is Columbus. Now look slightly to the left. Do you see Bellefontaine? Follow State Route 47 West out of town until you see a little dot in the highway labeled Logansville.
We used to have the world’s greatest tree swing. The swing was high in the branches of a Chinese Elm that grew at the corner of our big country house in Knox County. It must have been at least fifteen feet or more off the ground.
A couple years ago I began to notice that my precious oldest daughter was moving from pretty little girl to beautiful young woman. Her name is Holly and we have an agreement. I get to help her find a husband when the time comes. She doesn’t want to make the decision alone. She thinks her […]
There is nothing quite like the joy of watching the little mouth of a newborn search for his mother’s breast as soon as he comes into the world. I have had the privilege of observing the nurture and nourishment of eight little babies from the vantage point of my own home.
Hope is alive in the world tonight It’s Christmas time again. The bell tower rings The organ sings And hope takes wings It’s Christmas time again.
We lived on Harland Street in Grand Rapids when I was in kindergarten. We rented a simple white house. It’s the one on the east side of the block with a diamond-shaped widow on the side by the driveway. The house was divided into two apartments. The landlord lived upstairs, we lived downstairs.
We once lived in Ohio less than an hour from Holmes County, the largest Amish-Mennonite settlement in the world. Holmes County was often our day-off destination. Sometimes we would create a field trip to a farm or dairy or business. More often we would just leisurely drive the back roads. We took pictures of the […]
One of my sweetest childhood memories is of my Grandfather’s farm. It was a simple farm set among beautiful rolling hills in southeastern Ohio. We lived a ways away so going to the farm was always an adventure and a pilgrimage.
My Dad was a very, very good Dad to me when I was growing up. Still is. I loved him deeply and I was eight or ten years old before I could imagine that he ever did anything wrong.