The Fruit-Bearer

I grew up in a small, rural church as the only “regular” under the age of 45.   From the time my mother began taking me to Pansy Church, Bobbie Trull was my mentor.   Bobbie unfolded the Gospels to me during my impressional elementary years.   She believed in me during my awkward middle school years.   She taught …

The Little Sprout

  Oaks. We have two of them in our yard.    Now, in Asia, we never had oaks in the public areas surrounding our apartments. So, when our first fall arrived here in America, I was shocked by the abundance of acorns that those two trees could produce. Mark and I picked up barrels of them for weeks on end. …

My First Burning Heart

I still clearly remember the first time the Father spoke directly to me through His Word.   I was 16-years-old and just home from youth camp. I had brought home more than just dirty clothes from the Sangre de Cristo mountains. This time, I had a new desire to read the Bible.    Summer had always been a time of …