Photo: Dreamstime As I recall swings of my childhood, I equate the swinging with happy memories. How is it possible to swing and not feel happy?
Midnight Visitor
April 23, 2012 By
Photo: David Kay Like many Baby Boomers (born between 1946 and 1964), I think the pop music I enjoyed in my youth is classic.
Hello Daddy
April 21, 2012 By
Photo: Anissa Thompson Every day around 4 p.m. my husband comes home from work.
Farmer’s Market
April 20, 2012 By
Photo: Natalia Bratslavsky When I was growing up, we had fresh food on the table all summer long. My mom kept colorful fruit for us to munch on and included a lot of vegetables in her cooking. She watched for the latest sales and with our help, grew a big garden full of tomatoes, lettuce, potatoes, peas, and cucumbers. When I got married, and moved to a new town,I found myself missing the family garden
To All Nations
April 19, 2012 By
Photo: Gavin Mills At the end of long and grueling trips to build churches and schools in Central America, awaited long and grueling plane rides home. And when it became time to board the plane after each trip, intense waves of emotions would wash over me that I could never quite understand
Roaring Lambs
April 17, 2012 By
Photo: Justyna Furmanczyk I never thought I would be working in an advertising agency located downtown. But I do. I work in bustling downtown Orlando, Fla.
Beauty of Reality
April 16, 2012 By
Photo: Rui Saraiva I was reading my devotional book this morning, the one I’ve been reading for the past two years. It is by Eugene Peterson, the amazing author, poet and writer who’s also the translator of The Message paraphrase of the Bible. It spoke about the poor and it was simply titled, “The Poor.” Perhaps he did that on purpose to help us realize how simple our calling is
Candy Land
April 14, 2012 By
Photo: Erwin Purnomosidi Oh, the memories. Rainbow squares. Peppermint forests.
