Victory in Dark Places

Victory in Dark Places

I remember standing over my toddler’s crib as she screamed in her sleep. Bless her little heart, she was having a nightmare so I didn’t want to jar her awake by picking her up. It hurt to see that her little eyes were screwed shut while juicy teardrops clung to her...
Remembering Dad…

Remembering Dad…

It was two years ago today that my 67-year old dad, Bobby, passed away from lung cancer – only eight days after being diagnosed. Dad lived over 24, 455 days. He only died on one of those days, so I want to remember his long life. Here’s a picture of one of...