This question keeps running through my head as I run. In the early mornings, before the sun breaks over the horizon, when we're pounding the pavement and the only sound is our breaths and an occasional passing car, I hear the words. Do I make you proud? I only have one memory of my dad… Continue reading Do I make you proud?
These are the moments that make my heart burst. While my daughter was waiting for me to dry her hair Saturday morning, she plopped down next to my husband and asked if he wanted to read her daily Bible devotion with her. She reads her Bible and does a daily devotion every morning. Not because we… Continue reading Daddy’s girl