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…
To Sir, with love 