because he never misses a thing

As I walked outside this morning, I heard two birds singing back and forth to one another. Of course, if you know me, you know my eyes were searching to see if one could be my red bird friend. As I looked from limb…

November 1, 2018

a radical love, rabbit trails & our very own ray little

It seems like everyone I know has a Ray story of some kind. And as I have looked back over the last twenty some odd years, so many of our stories intertwine and overlap as this great guy had a special way of weaving…

October 19, 2018

just an old wooden table

For years a green wooden table has sat in the dining area of our old cabin on the lake. It was a hand-me-down that had been handed down. One of the best kind. The solid wood top had more than its share of nicks…

May 4, 2018

because ‘missing’ is a part of life

Yes, today I woke up missing the little boys who once bounded down my stairs and ran through my house. I miss those baby faces. Sticky, fat hands. Sweet good-night kisses and one more story. I miss those little boy voices. With toys strewn across the floor. And, spelling…

May 2, 2018

it’s the little things

With each conversation I knew. It’s the little things in life. A simple five minute phone call can change an entire day for those we love. And, if you listen closely, with your heart, you can hear it in their voice. It’s more than…

December 6, 2017

seeing Jesus

It was pouring down rain with lightning popping all around. The boys and I actually decided to veer off our normal path to head home tonight. It was almost five and the interstate would be awful at that time. Traffic was slow as we…

December 5, 2017

if you don’t believe

She had on a bright red sweater accompanied by a beautiful smile. As she walked by our table she waved her hand and said, “Hello there. Merry Christmas. You have the most beautiful face!” She talked quickly, asking a few questions as she in…

December 4, 2017

a simple yet soul satisfying Thanksgiving

There was a crackling fire in the fire pit early. As I made my way downstairs, the smell of fresh brewed coffee made by my much-better half filled the house. Still in my pajamas and fuzzy socks, I eventually made my way outside with…

November 23, 2017

it all starts with remembering

It was just a wallet. Brown leather with about a hundred bucks in it and a driver’s permit. But, it wasn’t just any wallet. It had been handed down to my oldest by his dad from his dad who was no longer living. It…

October 12, 2017

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