My sister is the music teacher at the Christian school where I teach. It’s her first year as a music teacher and she has been nervous all year long. To add to her anxiety, her husband was sent overseas for a little more than two months with the military. During that time, she worked with the students practicing for the Spring Program. Almost daily, she asked prayer for the students who forgot lines, couldn’t remember the words (or the tune!) to the songs, or for some other aspect of the program. Her desire was not for a Broadway-worthy musical but rather that the message of the program ... Read the Post
His Watchful Eye
Teenagers are a bit crazy. It’s a well-known fact. My sister and I proved this one summer as we traveled by bus from Northeast Texas to Charleston, West Virginia. We were eighteen and sixteen, on the road for thirty-six hours to visit close family friends. It was the first time my parents had sent any of us on this kind of trip. We’d all gone away to camp at one time or another. I had spent the summer away when I was fourteen. But this was different. This was before the cell phone (there was life before cell phones?) so there was no way to keep in contact along the way. They put us on a ... Read the Post
Happy in Any State
For most of my life, my family moved. A lot. I’ve lost count of how many times but I can still recite most of the addresses and a few of the phone numbers. The summer I turned sixteen, my family made a major move. We lived in a rural area of central Pennsylvania. My father wanted to finish Bible college to get his degree to pastor. After months of prayer, God led him to a Bible college in northeast Texas. Yes, you read that correctly. We moved from Pennsylvania to Texas. If there can be more polar opposites than those two places and still be in the United States, I haven’t seen them yet. ... Read the Post
God's Navigational System
I have a love/hate relationship with navigational systems. Don’t look surprised. You know what I’m talking about. For years I traveled with nothing more than an atlas and my sense of direction. Several years ago, my sister bought me a navigational system for my annual summer journey. Not trusting it, I kept my handy atlas on the passenger’s seat. After several hours of hearing that voice tell me what to do, I finally found the mute button. But I have to admit, it was a tremendous help when I was within an hour of my destination and hit a detour. No matter how many times I twisted and ... Read the Post