Not a recent picture of our son who celebrates his 34th (!) birthday today. You are an answer to our prayers. A second chance. A faithful servant of the Lord. Thank you for always seeking to be the one the Lord wants you to be. We love you from our hearts and are eternally…

      If you’re anything like me, you have an opinion on a lot of things. And you’re not afraid to express it. In the flesh you’ll jump in with unsolicited commentary and in the Spirit you’ll regret some of what you said. I grew up—or attempted to—during the heyday of the “drugs, sex, rock ‘n’…

  As we approach our celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ, I would like to encourage men today with this message from the Christmas account.  Men today have multiple challenges of all kinds. For example, their visual instincts are exploited by every medium known to the human race, enticing them into sexually sinful thoughts…

    You know I'm a sap. I so love this commercial. Young love. Innocence, respect, dedication.   Father, you gave me my heart. May it lean more towards who you are than who my flesh wants to be. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.  

     "But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah,            though you are small among the clans of Judah,       out of you will come for me            one who will be ruler over Israel,       whose origins are from of old,            from ancient times."   Micah 5:2 (NIV)

   This is just a short passage from Chapter 5 of a novel I titled The Fixer.      Lamb dragged herself to the car and started it up. She returned indoors to apply her makeup while it warmed up. Instead of rain frost covered the ground. She’d only slept a couple of hours but was…

                  Blood Speaks by Nike Chillemi is the final book in the Veronica "Ronnie" Ingles/Dawson Hughes trilogy. The spunky PI "Ronnie" Ingles has found the love of her life in Texas Deputy Dawson Hughes and their mutual covert boss has given Ronnie, her matron of honor Bertha, and her secret operative bridesmaid Sandra, a week at a luxury…

  . . . when failure gnaws on the brain cells, when sorrow saps the soul, when tears overtake the eyes, when solace lurks in unreachable places, and soothing words find no admittance. Not often, not long lasting, but they do arrive like an unwelcome, uninvited guest with an agenda of doom and gloom. And for…

   I ignore the beer part and focus on the magnificent beauty of the Budweiser Clydesdales and the message of Christmas.   Father, thank you for your creation, for Jesus' birth, for "Christmas". Apart from you, we can do nothing. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.