I know a little boy . . .
I know a little boy who is gifted in many ways. Give him some paints and a canvas and be ready to marvel at how his hand recreates what he sees with his observing eyes. Give him some tools, wood…
I know a little boy who is gifted in many ways. Give him some paints and a canvas and be ready to marvel at how his hand recreates what he sees with his observing eyes. Give him some tools, wood…
I don’t know if children have always had feelings of insecurity about their bodies, but I know that I did. I’m embarrassed to tell you all of the aspects of my body that worried me, but I will share the…
As I have said again and again, I really do care about each of you. Because of this, I am sometimes compelled to switch gears and share a very practical message that is different from my usual topics. I have…
What a joy it was on Monday evening to meet excited grandchildren at the county fair. They came running with arms outstretched—so fast that I was a bit afraid their hugs would knock me down. I assure you that the…
James and John should have been embarrassed when their mother came to Jesus and asked for her two sons to sit, one on His left and one on His right, in His kingdom. Not surprisingly, the other ten apostles were…
It is with joy and precious memories that I honor my Daddy on what would have been his 91st birthday. Here is a picture of Daddy with his parents, Sue and Leland Boyd . . . . . . and…