By: Kandy Persall Eulogies. Not usually a source of joy for most people. But, as I wrote the tribute recently for one of my favorites, I glimpsed the power of a steadfast life. I’d been writing this eulogy for years, first by tucking away conversations and then sealing them with pen and ink. It helps put syllables on a page when …
Wiping my hands on a cup towel, I turned from the Alfredo sauce to face Clayton. Looking at his solemnity, I knew I needed to adjust dinnertime. “This money needs to last me all summer,” he said, handing me a fat bank envelope. “I’ve been saving for about a year, and I’d like you to keep it for me.” As …
They watched while I played underneath my grandmother’s honeysuckle, sliding the stamens out of the bud and licking the sticky nectar onto my tongue. They smiled as I dropper-fed the tiny bunnies that my daddy found orphaned in our field. They observed every night as I lay on my back, watching my mother’s mouth form words while her voice rose …
“His faithfulness is a shield” (Psalm 91:4). These words from the Psalmist continued to stir in my mind. “His faithfulness is a shield.” For years, part of my spiritual armor has been to take up “the shield of faith” to extinguish the enemy’s missiles of doubt and deceit. But all too often, this shield constructed by …
“And he answered, ‘I will, sir’; but he did not go.” Matthew 21:29 By the time Hannah was 18-months-old, she was “drawing”. She especially loved watching the spill of color flow from her crayons. At two and a half, my future graphic designer was putting circles and lines together to create pictures of everything she saw. Wanting to …
