The sound of the old pickup truck turning onto Flocktown road always sent a thrill up my spine. Dad was home! My brother JoJo and I would often meet him at the old stone bridge where we had spent hours catching crawdads and splashing in the creek. The older I get the more I…
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Going Fishing With Dad
People tell me I have a gift for evangelism. I’m not so sure, being an introvert and all, but I do know how much I love it, and want to stay bold doing it. For me it’s about watching God open eyes, and seeing His power overcome the most stubborn heart. It reminds me how…
