Dear Lindsey,
I got one of those emails today that made me stop and think. A soldier was asking it to be passed on, so I thought I would forward it to you. Continue reading
A Soldier’s Perspective
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Our Turn to Listen
When my oldest was two, I played the saxophone in a praise band for an evening church service of singing. We didn’t practice during the week, which meant we arrived an hour early and worked to be ready. I always Continue reading
Amen, Pastor!
Dear Lindsey,
At church, the pastor was praying. I guess it was a little longer than my 2-year-old’s attention span, because in the middle of the prayer, Casey began saying, “Amen!” louder and louder, trying to get the pastor to hear it and “obey.” I guess patience was not his innate virtue. 
-Terri
“Kneeded” Update
Dear Lindsey,
I just thought I would update you, because you have asked how Nate is doing since his skiing injury 2/24- which was reinjured when he tried to Continue reading
Canine Quandary
Dear Lindsey,
You are familiar with the success principle:
1. Define (what you want to accomplish, Lord willing)
Balloon Ride to Rome (Love at Every Altitude)
Dear Lindsey,
I am just arriving home from Rome, Italy! Ah, the beautiful country and Continue reading
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The Influential Stranger
A few months before I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our small Tennessee town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer, Continue reading
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Green Trees
While driving on a fall day, I was amazed at the splendor of God’s creation in the colors of the trees. The backdrop of the green amidst the various colors made the depth of the hues magnificent. As Casey (3) was my only conversationalist until his brother came along three years later, I often struck up conversations in the silent car. I said, “Casey, do you know what the green trees are called? …the ones that are always green. They are for-ever green, even when the rest of the trees change color?”
Without looking up from his coloring in the backseat, he said, “Palm Trees.”
Puzzling
One time in the kitchen, Casey (3) was sitting staring at something really pensively. After a few minutes he spoke: “Something is puzzling me.”
Amused at his choice of words for such a small guy, I asked, “Really? What is puzzling?”
He said, “It means it’s confusing or unclear.”
Ha ha!
Corvette!
During my son Casey’s Hot Wheel phase of life, my husband spent a lot of time on the floor, identifying each car and the engine it would have on the road. Casey became an expert! One day while we were out and about, there was a red Camaro in front of us. Casey (age 4) said from the backseat, “Dad! Look at that red Corvette!”
Chris explained, “No, that’s not a Corvette. That one is a Camaro, Casey.”
From the car seat in the back came, “Dad, I know my cars. The red Corvette was above us on the bridge!”
Camaro
- Corvette
