When Daddy Prays

When Daddy Prays

When Daddy Prays I could not keep it to myself anymore. I drove all the way to Dad’s office and confessed to him I was in love with a young… When Daddy Prays I could not keep it to myself anymore. I drove all the way to Dad’s office and confessed to him I was in love with a young lady. He asked for her name and description. He kept smiling as I described her to him. Afterwards, we prayed together and trusted God for His leading. Daddy did not say a word. Two days later, my wife said “Yes” to my marriage proposal. I told both dad and mom as a birthday gift for him. My mom smiled and said, “Months earlier when your father went to preach at the Corpers’ Fellowship, he saw her and the Holy Spirit told him then, “Isn’t she the wife of your son?” I was the only unmarried son. So it had to be me. But daddy kept his peace about this and did not utter a word until I told him. I want to talk to men: You must be the priest of your home. Nothing must happen without your knowledge. If your wife is the one waking you up for family devotion and setting the pace, then something is wrong with

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Advice to Parents About Children

Advice to Parents About Children

Advice to Parents About Children A – Always trust them to God’s care B – Bring them to church C – Challenge them to high goals D – Delight in… Advice to Parents About Children A – Always trust them to God’s care B – Bring them to church C – Challenge them to high goals D – Delight in their achievements E – Exalt the Lord in their presence F – Frown on evil G – Give them love H – Hear their problems I – Ignore not their childish fears J – Joyfully accept their apologies K – Keep their confidence L – Live a good example before them M – Make them your friends N – Never ignore their endless questions O – Open your home to their visits P – Pray for them by name Q – Quicken your interest in their spirituality R – Remember their needs S – Show them the way of salvation T – Teach them to work U – Understand they are still young V – Verify your statements W – Wean them from bad company X – eXpect them to obey Y – Yearn for God’s best for them Z – Zealously guide them in biblical truth – Author Unknown Meditation: Train up a child in the way he should

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Mean Moms

Mean Moms

Mean Moms Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me: ‘I loved you… Mean Moms Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me: ‘I loved you enough to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home. I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a creep. I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes. I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must learn that their parents aren’t perfect. I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart. But most of all, I loved you enough to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it. Those were the most difficult battles of all. I’m glad I won them, because in the end, you won, too. And someday when your children are old enough to understand the logic that

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When Dad was Coming Home

When Dad was Coming Home

When Dad was Coming Home One of my earliest childhood memories was that of waiting outside our house for my Dad to come home from work in the evening. We… When Dad was Coming Home One of my earliest childhood memories was that of waiting outside our house for my Dad to come home from work in the evening. We had a long gravel driveway leading to the side of our house and on that same side yard stood a big tree. The tree had some low limbs that we could climb even when we were young – 4 or 5 years old. My brother, Bob, and I would wait for our Dad by climbing up and sitting in a branch of that tree until we could see Dad’s car start to pull into our driveway and hear the sound of the gravel beneath the wheels. When that time came, we would jump down from our tree branch as fast as we could and run over to Dad’s car. We couldn’t wait for him to get out of his car! I still remember the excitement I felt each night anticipating Dad pulling into our driveway, then getting out of the car and giving us, first, his big signature grin and then, quickly after, scooping us up in his arms for

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Take Control of You

Take Control of You

Take Control of You Mum tucked me in. “Mum, is it really going to snow?” She pulled the blankets up to my chin and kissed my cheek. “That’s what the… Take Control of You Mum tucked me in. “Mum, is it really going to snow?” She pulled the blankets up to my chin and kissed my cheek. “That’s what the weatherman said.” “Will they cancel school?” “It depends. If we get twelve inches like he said, they probably will.” “Great! I don’t want to go to school. I want to play in the snow.” “Now, Michael! Don’t go getting your hopes up. You could be disappointed.” “But the weatherman said.” “Michael, storms are unpredictable.” She patted my hand. “Go to sleep and we’ll see what the morning brings.” She closed the door. The room grew dark. Outside, the wind howled. Sleet and ice clattered against the window. I heard mum walk to the kitchen. It was safe. I rolled out of bed, crept to the window, and pulled the blinds back. Snow swirled beneath the streetlight and spun in circles over the pavement like the sands in a desert. My heart rate increased – no school tomorrow! “Michael, are you in bed?” Mum called out. “Yes, Mum!” I ran back to my bed and pulled the covers up to my

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God Lives in the Post Office

God Lives in the Post Office

God Lives in the Post Office Our 14-year-old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4-year-old daughter, Meredith was crying and talking about how much she… God Lives in the Post Office Our 14-year-old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4-year-old daughter, Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words: Dear God, Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her. You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her. Love, Meredith ________ We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said

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