The farm boy; my only boy. I used to say boys. A moment; forever changed. My brothers, always called "the boys." Mom's words echo; "have you talked to the boys?" Grown men with families. The boys. Naturally I began to call my sons; the boys. I loved calling them that. I loved having 2 boys. They fought. Tousling. Angry. Dominance. Fists clenched. War. Strength. Awful. Until. Maturity. Alliance. Friendship. Early on it was as cohorts against ... View Post
Can You Be Jesus To Someone Today? Day #4 of Thankfulness
She knocks on my door. A former colleague and friend. One I haven't seen in a while. She stands there at the door. We hug for a long time. She who encouraged and loved on me those years of teaching and being with child. Cards when our dreams and hopes were dashed with a miscarriage. Rejoicing when we found that grace had visited us and I swelled with new life. A baby shower for Elijah. This woman. Kind, soft and gentle. Here, at my door. Bringing comfort on a day that was hard. She brought a card and a ... View Post
