Creating a home on (and off) the range
How does our relationship with God impact our every day? Here's how we're learning to grow in our love for the Lord and for others.
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God knows I am pretty dense sometimes, so He helps me out by hitting me up side the head with stuff. Three times in three days from three different sources, I heard the same message: surrender. In a couples’ Bible study, we are reading Chuck Swindoll’s book, “So You Want to be Like Christ.” The…
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Friday was Sandra’s “Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day” and I wanted to run away to Australia. I won’t give you all the gory details because even if I changed the names to protect the innocent, most of the trouble was caused by that person I see every day in the mirror. A large…
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Two weeks ago today Shawn and I dropped the last kid off at college, and I’m still in shock. Where did those 18 years go, or the nearly two and a half decades of having kids under foot? The days crawled but the years raced. We followed Anna’s battered blue Dakota up Highway 377 to…
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Yesterday at our house here in suburban DFW we had our own version of Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom. A half-grown possum decided he wanted to stroll around our backyard, wander in and out of the doghouse and check out my garden. The ever-energetic Elektra barked and jumped at the window and wanted to go…
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Here we are almost at the end of June. That means we are half way through 2016. Yes. Really. I know it takes us all a few months just getting used to writing 2016 before it sinks in. I decided it would be a good chance for me to review all those goals I set…
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Every spring hope pokes up in the fertile loam of my optimistic (Shawn would substitute delusional) heart and I plant. This year I bribed and badgered two of my daughters into joining me in my overgrown backyard bed. We cleared away the dead plants from last year and a bumper crop of weeds aided by…
