Tag: life
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“Don’t eat the chocolate.”
My only sadness is that I was the youngest in our family and had the least amount of experiences with my Western Kentucky family. My dad’s oldest brother, Benton, had settled in this area after he returned from WWII. There were few vacations that our family enjoyed more in the early years than visiting Uncle…
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Sixty Two
Sixty Two. 62! I have completed sixty-two years on this earth. The noise of those numbers keeps resonating in my mind. I approach my 63rd year with continued optimism. With expectation. With hope. Pursuing yet another significant career move to offer what a life of experience of some successes, of numerous failures (professional and personal)…
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Irrefutable Identity
I have recently been in a Season that I would have never expected to find myself for the remainder of my life. A Season that I believe Satan intended for utter destruction and God allowed to reinforce within me who and whose I am. A Season of attack that continues to backfire on Satan as…
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Some Assembly Required
In those early years of having kids, Christmas was a time of sweet, coupled with sour, highlighted by Christ and offset by the stress test of gifts with the anxiety producing announcement/warning, “Some Assembly Required.” I recall those Christmas Eve evenings where frenetic activity replaced the calm of a Christmas Eve service at church, a…
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Travel Day
My remembrances of Christmases in Crooked Creek always involved travel. First in a black Ford Fairlane station wagon, then in later years a pea green Ford Gran Torino station wagon. Dad was a Ford man and the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree because his son is a Ford truck man and his grandson…
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Oh Christmas Tree
My White Grandma (my dad’s mom) would typically wait for us to get to her house before she put up her Christmas tree. As I’ve come to realize, now having siblings and friends who are grandparents, she waited for her grandson because her joy was magnified by my joy. If you will allow it, joy…
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I Love to Tell the Stories of Appalachia
I am so excited for my newest book, entitled “I Love to Tell the Stories of Appalachia.” The rich history of my Appalachian family was fundamentally preserved through the gift of story telling from one generation to another. I can so vividly remember as a young boy of 6 or 7, sitting and listening to…
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Do you hear what I hear?
My wish for my kids would be that for just one Christmas they could experience what God blessed me with for a dozen-plus Christmases. I was the youngest in our family and was robbed of more of the years together than my siblings and cousins, but boy was I blessed. When you have 11 people…
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The Barlow Knife
One of the great memories for me as a child was Main Street in Mt. Vernon, Kentucky. To most this would be just another sleepy town, slowly succumbing to a World fed by Interstates, allowing quick exits and entries. To me, Main Street in Mt. Vernon represented my people, past and present. There were…
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Precious Memories Happening Now
“Precious memories, how they linger How they ever flood my soul In the stillness, of the midnight Precious sacred scenes unfold” “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” John 14:27…
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