Many people refer to Jesus as “my” Lord and “my” Savior, as if he is someone we possess. “My” connotes ownership, as if a person owns Jesus, as if he is theirs alone.
If I had to pick the best day of my life, it would be a warm Saturday in March of 2002. My dad; nephew, Stuart Maddox; and I spent it in Viera at a spring training baseball game between the Los Angel…
My son, now in his early 20s, has battled addiction since he was 13. His struggle began when he started using a less risky substance, but the addiction progressed over time.
Growing up, I loved board games. My brother and I played Monopoly as often as we could — my go-to mover was the brass boot — and I loved the narrative of Clue and the buzzer with Taboo.
Spring is here, and new life abounds. Calves, lambs and chicks are all being born. Every day, I hear baby birds cheeping and their parents singing and chirping. It is a glorious time.
