A Grace We Cannot Live Without

 “Lord, I offer this post to you, not a masterpiece, but a broken piece, to honor those, who through their broken gift, offer back a grace they cannot live without.” In my memory, I am trying real hard to coax a single word out of my voice box.  The patient lady with the long jowls…

Lap Time With Dad

“Ruk” “No, Kevin, it’s “t”ruk.” “Ruk” “Listen very carefully….T.t.t.t.t…ruk” “Ruk” “Can you say “T.?” “T” “Good, good, now “truck.” “Ruk” My father was a patient teacher. There on his lap, up in the ‘’off limits’ living area where my parents entertained guests. Sitting wide eyed, listening to him coach me in my diction. I was…