Thirty-one years ago, my paternal grandfather passed away. We called him Paw Paw and my dad loved him very much.

Paw Paw loved to listen to his “45” of Tennessee Ernie Ford on his console record player and walk through the house singing at the top of his lungs. He had a lava lamp on top of the TV and an old fashioned cuckoo clock on the wall. Even with thick coke-bottle glasses he still had to use a magnifying glass to read his Bible, which he did the first thing every morning and the last thing every night. He loved Jesus with all of his heart. In church he would “amen” after almost every sentence.

Paw Paw died suddenly from a massive heart attack while at work. He was 80 years old. I remember my dad hugging me and saying, “I hope I can make it without him. I talked to him so often. I already miss him …” read more

1:00AM EDT 6/13/2011

One morning my husband, Art, and I were on our way to work. He was driving me to the school where I taught, and I was holding a gift from him in my lap—a pot of my favorite flowers, mums that look like daisies. read more 3:13PM EDT 6/3/2011

I sat in the small coffee shop reading the morning paper. My attention was immediately drawn to a headline that caught my eye. A well-known former public figure with clout had just come out with his book—one proclaiming the news that there was no sovereign God. The review presented it, without even questioning such a belief, as if it were indeed the truth and that this man of great reputation had all the answers on whether or not there was a sovereign God.    read more 1:00AM EDT 5/27/2011

Several years ago, God sent me a special friend—even before I asked for one. When we first became acquainted, Roz and I were attending the same church in Virginia. read more 8:15AM EDT 5/20/2011

I once heard a great pastor from Fayetteville, N.C., teach a message at a conference that explained how Satan attempts to choose his future victims while they are very young. He explained how cruel words, sexual abuse, anger, and other physical and emotional weapons create a hole in the emotions of a person. As the neglect, abuse and sexual sins continue, more holes are punched in the emotions, and the previous holes become bigger and bigger. read more

1:00AM EDT 5/16/2011

Right after college I went to England to preach for 30 days. I traveled with Bill Bell and the Liberty Baptist College soccer team. I knew that on one of those 30 days we would visit Buckingham Palace. I did some research and found out how to get into the palace to be able to sign the queen’s guest book. read more

1:00AM EDT 5/9/2011