My Dad was a man of few words. He used profanity, yelled when my Mom spent too much money, and got irritated when I got between him and...

Don't you just hate to wait for something great you know is going to happen? I remember as a child to wait for Christmas was like...

In my previous two blogs I brought to you what the Holy Spirit was speaking to my heart regarding love and prayer. I'll bet if you...

If you read my last blog, you know it was a message about love. I know it sounds repetitive and boring, but if you haven't read it, you...

It was on a unseasonably warm eighty five degree April day when I sat among the budding branches on the property of our family farm. The...

On my commute to work one early July morning, I was headed west on a main artery in our small city of Wichita, KS. I was getting ready...