I’m back from a summer of worship. It’s hard to explain, hard to encapsulate. But when I think back on everything I’ve experienced over the past couple of months — both on vacation and on assignment at Estes Park Leadership … Continue reading
A Haiku for My Mother Positive, Patient. Inclement weather check-ins. I love my Mother A Limerick for My Mother So, my Mom’s fav’rite color is red, Like the rose, like the blood Jesus shed. Beauteous Grace personified Mom’s made it … Continue reading
Dear Elliot, It’s a pretty decent possibility that this is the last year of me being taller than you. Probably also the last year (and maybe even the last month!) of me being a faster runner than you. You’re already … Continue reading
Frank Drown died early this morning at a nursing home in the Kansas City area. He was my great-uncle. At 95 years old, his death took none of us by surprise. Still, I’m sad today. He was the last of … Continue reading
I haven’t been great at writing about events as they happened this year. Nevertheless, there have been some great moments in 2017. I’ve spent some time over the last couple of days thinking through the most significant happenings of the … Continue reading
Dear Olivia, Dear, oh dear! Happy Birthday, my dear! That word — “dear” — is really much more than a formality with you. You are genuinely dear to me: beloved, precious, treasured, special… You are dearly loved, Olivia! You’re my … Continue reading
Dear Cor, Happy Birthday! There are some really nice things about having a birthday at this time of the year, aren’t there? This transition from summer to fall is just lovely: still warm enough to go around shirtless (as you … Continue reading
We were born within a year of each other. We graduated from our respective high schools the same spring and entered Bowling Green State University the same fall. During our college years, we spent hours and hours together on-campus as … Continue reading
My first foray journey through the caves and waterfalls of Ohio’s Hocking Hills happened hand-in-hand with a girl. She was 19 years old, and we were in love. My second journey through the caves and waterfalls of Ohio’s Hocking Hills … Continue reading
