For Wilshire Baptist Church
LeAnn and I went from door to door of every house in our neighborhood. We didn’t ring doorbells and we didn’t come home with bags of candy. But it was “trick or treat” just the same because, well, neighborhoods can be scary and fun all at the same time. Continue reading “Trick or treat”
For Wilshire Baptist Church
I turned left off Garland Road onto Tranquilla and almost hit the curb when I saw what was in front of me at the corner of Galway. I made the detour while running errands after a storm to check on the old pecan trees that framed the house I lived in for 18 years. The trees looked healthy and strong as expected, but the house? That was the big surprise, because growing out of the roof of the one-story ranch-style structure was a new second story. Continue reading “No Teardowns in This Neighborhood”
For Wilshire Baptist Church
I don’t recall exactly when it started but sometime early in our relationship LeAnn and I began holding hands whenever there was a prayer being spoken. Certainly it was a sign of our shared faith, but I confess that early on it was a good excuse to lace our fingers together as couples do when they’re beginning to feel connected. We were sort of hiding out in the beginning, and prayer time offered a chance to make contact while “every head was bowed and every eye was closed.” Continue reading “And Now Let Us Pray . . .”
