Tag: devotional

  • Life Lessons, from a Box of Chocolates

    Life Lessons, from a Box of Chocolates

    Every month, after my wife and I sang at Twin Oaks Assisted Living, our friend Kathleen insisted that we follow her back to her room. Once inside, there was always something special she wanted to show us. First there was her bridal veil, from when she married her husband, Denzel, in 1947, also some dried…

  • Being Still

    Being Still

    “David, be still!” I heard this a lot as a kid. Usually it was my dad or two older brothers and all they wanted was for me to stop squirming and be quiet. In fact, when I was six years old my older brother offered to give me a dollar to be quiet for 15…

  • As Strong as a Mother’s Love

    As Strong as a Mother’s Love

    The young couple came quietly into the waiting room at the doctor’s office. Mom went straight to the receptionist, while dad stood cradling their toddler son against his shoulder. Once checked in, they sat down across from me. I noticed the young child never moved a muscle. Then, I picked up on mom’s demeanor: her…

  • The Old Man from Number Twenty-Eight | Short Story

    The Old Man from Number Twenty-Eight | Short Story

    A persistent knock came mid- morning, raspy on my metal front door. “I don’t want any!” I yelled from my rumpled bed. “Police. Open Up.” I look out the window. It’s the Boys in Blue, alright. I hope I didn’t do something stupid last night because I have one hellacious hangover! “Sir, is this your…

  • Do Overs

    Do Overs

    As an elementary school administrator, I often deal with student discipline issues. Sitting across from a red-faced child, I read the teacher’s note: “When asked to pick up the play area and return to his desk, Johnny kicked me in the shin, screamed ‘Leave me alone!’ and ran out of the room.” As I offer…

  • Missing the Farm

    Missing the Farm

    Now we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands. 2 Corinthians 5:1 (NIV) Mrs. Alma looked out the window, kneading the afghan in her lap. Turning back to me, she said, wistfully, “I like it…