If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it.
If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.
He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning.
Howard County Sheriff Jerry Marr got a disturbing call one Saturday afternoon a few months ago.
During the month of September, a dear friend of mine lost her husband suddenly in an accident.
The tragedy was a shock to everyone.
I was parked in front of the mall wiping off my car. I had just come from the car wash and was waiting for my wife to get out of work.
If we did not know our age, some of us would appear to be very young, and some of us would seem very old.
I’m learning each and every day, from a young man who can hardly speak.
He teaches me something new each day, as I watch him mop and sweep.
Last night was the last game for my eight-year-old son’s soccer team. It was the final quarter. The score was two to one, my son’s team in the lead.
One day a fisherman was lying on a beautiful beach, with his fishing pole propped up in the sand and his solitary line cast out into the sparkling blue surf.
It was June 15, and in two days I would be turning thirty. I was insecure about entering a new decade of my life and feared that my best years were now behind me.
A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Target. She must have been 6 years
old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring