The Table

The Table

Sawdust filled the air, tickling my nose.  I tried not to sneeze, but I couldn’t hold it in.   “Ah-ah-ACHOO!”  Dust flew all over the little workshop.  “Sorry, Daddy,” I said quietly as my Dad looked up from his work at my dust-covered face.  He knew how much I...
Letters to Daddy

Letters to Daddy

“My son, keep your father’s command, and do not forsake the law of your mother.  Bind them continually upon your heart.”  Proverbs 6:20 “Mom, what do I put on the envelope?”   Mom looked down at the letter in my hand and the blank envelope.  I had written several...