Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Of Life and Love
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Before I get into the dam update, I have to say this has been an absolutely beautiful, yet very prayerful, day. It rained all night, but when it came time to walk the critters, the dark clouds were packing up and blue sky was peeking through. Before too long, the sun had taken charge of the…
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I just hung up from talking to Tommy, my oldest that lives and works near Dallas. I rarely get to see him or talk to him. He's never been much of a phone-talker, but now, as a transportation broker, he has to spend hours on the phone at work. So I hesitate to call him -…
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A father's birthday celebration. A sick child. I was in limbo. The critters were fed, bills were paid, I was showered and dressed, ready to hit the road to Pasadena, but I just couldn't go out the door. Although the child is technically an adult, not living at home and there was really nothing I could do, for some…
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A dance, a kiss, some conversation. That's how it all started, twenty-eight years ago tonight. When I walked into the club that long ago Friday night, pondering my lonely future, a dark cloud hovered over my head conjured by my dour thoughts. It's hard to imagine now, but there I was at twenty-two, already feeling so old. So…
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Oh, the comfort — the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person — having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the…
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The pretty waitress with the green eyes and dark curly hair caught his eye, but he was too shy to ask her out. Nevertheless, he told all of the other highway patrolmen that she was off limits. The pretty waitress wondered why none of the handsome highway patrolman would ask her out! Finally, someone told her…
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Aside from holidays, it's a rare day when I get to see all three of my kids. That's one of the down sides of this Empty Nest thing. And even holidays aren't a given anymore. But today is one of those rare, treasured days! I spent the whole day with Kendall, battling early morning Austin…
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Being a father to a son…hoping your footprints lead him in the right direction, knowing he's watching you for clues on how to be a man, remembering all of the outside influences that can be so distracting to a boy growing up…that's got to be tough enough when you have one son, but imagine if you had nine sets…
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Celebrating a long-time friendship, wishing Rae a happy 50th birthday.
Long Hollow 