Winter, 1996 Part IV The investigation room reeks of this morning’s leftover coffee and stale chips, like that old restaurant clinging to your clothes kind-of smell. I am too nervous to do anything but chew on my fingernails though. I know they got me hook, line, and sinker. My mind bounces between whether or not I should just confess or…
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Spring, 2001 Part V Freedom never tasted so sweet: Welch’s grape juice and a Little Debbie Fudge Round. I hopped out of my car after a long day at work, but realized I wasn’t feeling good. I’d been having a little trouble swallowing my food here and there, gotten choked a few times, but today I just felt downright sick….
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“Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and show thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not.” (Jeremiah 33:3, KJV) Spring 2013 Part VI “Are you feeling okay, Bryan?” A question I was constantly asked. I know I wasn’t myself. I was put through the wringer for a time during my journey with esophageal cancer, and I know…
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Guest Post from Raising Godly Boys Series: Our current society has made it trendy to complain about having littles at home. The cheerios in our hair, the inability to dress nicely or put on makeup without a kid screaming for our attention every second, etc. (although true and sometimes funny too). I’ve even heard a father recently discuss how children…
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Year One On a cold Wednesday morning in November, he sat across from me and confessed his sin. I shouldn’t have been surprised although it shattered me into a million pieces. There had been traces of his betrayal over the last year: late nights, overtime, and the way he had been sheltering his phone from anyone glancing at it. There…
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