Backyard Prophet

By David A Lyons I know a backyard prophet whose heart is pure and full of Christ’s love for others.…

When Tears Fall

It was picture perfect weather for Mothers’ Day. Dean and my mom exchanged playful banter and melodies as we ambled…

She was exquisitely beautiful, gregariously charismatic, and very popular, in addition, she was my big sister. I would have followed…

Sometimes you step off a curb and you land, unbeknownst to you, right smack dab into the middle of destiny.…

It was a season of loss. Just that morning we had been at an amazing celebration of life ceremony. Now,…

I was on a farm, preparing for a outdoor wedding, when the news came. Emergency was called because he was…

My earliest memories of you are those of teacher. Before I ever went to kindergarten, Mom would buy little learning…

This blog was written on the occasion of of my daughter’s 23rd birthday. Infertility is a grief. It is an…

The fog of dreams drifted in and out like waves softly caressing the banks of a flowing river. Subconscious and…

Down to the cellular level, I knew it was not a typical night. Around 6:00 pm Tom had taken a…