Chad always dreamed of owning and operating his own coffee shop. When he met the coffee-hating, cocoa-loving Jenn, he made it his mission to convert her to coffee-loving, but instead she stuck…

                          Our youngest son with our retired Thoroughbred "Honor an Eagle" out in the pasture at our former home. Eagle's in heaven and Joseph is many years older now. We love this picture of them both.    Father, thank you for guarding Joseph…

                                What are you reading?    Father, thank you for authors, for writing, for the wonders of creating. Every good and perfect gift comes down from you. Thank you for all of them. In the Name of Jesus, Amen. 

        I loved the Yardbirds back in the day. Saw them in person at the Eagles Auditorium in downtown Seattle. Some of the best rock 'n' roll bands appeared there. It was casual, no seating, and cheap to watch the best of the best in that venue. Incredible.    Father, only you…

                              J.B. Turner's latest No Way Back presents the dilemma of Jack McNeal, a New York City cop, former detective who now works in Internal Affairs, who lost his 5 yr. old son to a ricochet bullet with extenuating circumstances five…

  As for man, his days are like grass,    he flourishes like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone,    and its place remembers it no more.   Psalm 103:15-16 (NIV) 

                    If I ask you for an immediate response for these 5 things – without thinking, just reacting – what would you list? Five of your favorite books Five colors, listing your favorite first Five beverages you drink fairly regularly Five greetings you use most often…

    Our former front yard and pasture and one of our horse sheds on a winter day several years ago. Our winters rarely give us snow, especially this much (and I know to some of you this isn't much at all), but this was one of those for us.    Father, you left beauty…

    So. I've been asked, as I'm sure many authors have been, which of my novels is my favorite. One might think that's a fairly simple question. But it's not. In fact, it's every bit as difficult to answer as being asked which novel that I've read is my favorite. Ha!  All the "qualifiers"…

                                Is it? More than a feeling? You decide. One of Boston's better known songs.    Father, you know hearts and our human weaknesses to always go by our feelings. We're always desperate for you, for your truth. Help us…