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I remember random things from when I was young. I remember my dad building a go-cart from an old wagon. I remember camping trips and trees in my back yard we would climb. I remember the wooden floors in our first house and playing outside in the eye of hurricane Carla. Then family memories stop. There […]

I wondered for a long time why I loved the mountains so much. I think about them, long to go there, look at pictures and videos of them. I have an emotional feeling come over me sometimes when I think about them and almost always while I am there. The mountains mean something to me

Well, you would not think it was close to fall here in Smithville, Texas. 100 plus temps still rolling in. Now it is not uncommon to roll into archery season in October and sweat in the tree stand–done that a bunch of times, but fall is coming, and the cool air will follow, at some

When I was little, my dad nicknamed me Cowboy. Although I was raised an asphalt cowboy in the city of Houston, Texas, somewhere inside I latched onto that nickname, and it became a part of me. I was a cowboy without a horse or a ranch, but those were just minor details. Dad ruffled my

I can’t image how my mom felt when I came up the stairs from the basement, wild eyed, and with everything I owned. She opened the back door and let me leave. She later told me, “I knew all I could do from there was to pray for you.” And that was the most powerful

I had no idea who Terry Moyer was before I met him and to this day I haven’t been able to find him again. He came into my life, at a really low, hard time as a young man, and it changed me forever. A man speaking over me. A man giving me something that

The weather report was for cold and drizzle a short time on Friday, maybe Saturday for an hour. Turned out it lasted all night Friday and all-day Saturday. Wet, cold, rain. But the boys that were at campsite 43 and 44 at Buescher State Park in Central Texas didn’t seem to notice.  The health of

The movie Saving Private Ryan has always moved me deeply. In the opening scenes they are storming the beaches. It is a very graphic. With all the death and destruction, the soldiers press on. A handful of them make it to the enemy’s guns and take them out. And so, it begins. I know what spiritual warfare

In the book A Road Less Travelled the opening line is “Life is Hard.” Yep, it can be. I have had so many ups and downs. Seems they can be daily at times. Just operating in this angry, confused world where Satan has pitted so many against each other can be hard.  We as Christian men have

The ashes were thin and fine where the fire had burned. A wisp of smoke spun up into the late summer air from a few of the ash piles. From what I could see the old boys were right. The “fire line” method of burning brush had worked even better than I thought. In the