When I was a small child, my dad belonged to a volunteer fire department. In those days there were very few departments that had any firemen that actually stayed in the firehouse. A siren would go off at any time of the day or night and dad would hop up, grab his gear...

This week I began sorting through old pictures that were left to me by my parents. It was fun looking back at memories of family get-togethers with aunts/uncles/cousins/ and grandparents. Then I got to the bottom of one box and found an old blue book that said...

Last week there was one of those days that I woke up, felt anxious, and did not really want to roll out of bed. In fact, I wanted to roll under the pillow and stay there. The previous week had been a tough one. Reports of cancer in a 7-year-old child, Memorial Day...

The tweaks have been done, the bugs worked out, and praise God, Perfect Love Project is up and running. As I am sure you have noticed, my God-given abilities do not include anything technical. This reminded me of when I was a child and I wanted something right away or wanted to do something quickly.

In the Southern Baptist tradition and in their teaching of respecting elders, their children are taught to address women as “Miss”, and then their first names.