This morning a wave of guilt washed over me. I forgot the tenth anniversary of my mother's death! Then relief quickly followed as I realized I had the wrong date. I hadn't forgotten it after all. I still had time to honor her.
It was our first big conference at Christar. Mark was standing at the back of the room talking to some guy — a rather shaggy looking guy named Brian. Turns out that guy had lived in the place of my birth and governed my high school alma mater. He spoke Pidgin English and knew people … Continue reading A Tribute to Another Friend
Almost every Saturday for the past three years, my father has walked through my front door for a weekly visit. We sat on the couch, drank tea and chatted about our lives. Two Saturdays ago, my father walked through my door as usual. Only it wasn’t so usual because it was the first time in … Continue reading My F(f)ather
I don't actually remember when I first met Lori. One day, she and Ben just showed up at our church. And they wanted to be our friends, so Mark and I started hanging out with them, sharing our stories and doing life together. Little did I know what a blessing I would receive in Lori. … Continue reading A Tribute to My Friend