Second only to love, forgiveness is the most powerful force known to man.

Both for the forgiven and the forgiver.


The Love of a Woman

We are still a thing. We are still together.

You might say it’s an answer to prayer. Or a miracle. Or luck. Or hard work.

You would be right in all that.

I say it’s also because of the love of a woman.

The love of a good woman who daily reminds me of the good in my world and my life. That love keeps me focused of the most important priorities and helps me ignor the temptation to dwell on the lesser and harmful things around me.

The love of a faithful woman who continues to walk beside me in true companionship. That love keeps me grounded in the right relationships.

The love of a Godly woman who displays a heart that longs to know more about her Father and grow in His grace. That love points me to my ultimate worth that transcends all earthly existence.

We didn’t know if we would make it through the first days of this journey…then the first weeks…first months…but now a few years into it, we continue to live and love each other in the midst of this journey. Due, in large part, to love.

The love of a good, faithful, and Godly woman.

My wife.

My treasure.


Fried Chicken Happiness

I love to cook for my family.

I’m really not much of a cook…I have two specialties – fried chicken and chili. Well, maybe three – I will occasionally make a mean meatloaf. I’m sure in the grand scheme of things, they aren’t that great, but the family seems to really enjoy them.

So, tonight it was fried chicken, fried potatoes, and corn for the eldest daughter’s birthday.

Fried chicken satisfies my belly.

I’m sitting here typing this out listening to the joyful sounds of my happy family.

That’s what fried chicken happiness is all about – family fun.

My family satisfies my heart.

It really could be just about anything…anything that brings us all together to show each other our love.

I love them each with all my heart.


That’s what makes my life worth living.



Bursting from the deepest recesses of the soul
Flooding and overflowing the heart
Washing over the mind
Penetrating into the very fibers of the body

Feeling the strength and warmth
Feeling the pulse and pound of the heartbeat
Feeling the love course in
Feeling the stress ebb away

So many hurting
So many missing out
So many passing up the opportunity
So many longing for just one…right now

Count me as one of the many

I need one

For my soul that is lacking
For my heart that is longing
For my mind that is cluttered
For my body that is weary

I long for one

A hug



One plus one
Four minus two

Simple equations
Learned in one’s youth
Rediscovered as a power
Even to an eternal degree

May the thoughts of me
Which you harbor within
Be of shrinking, dying negatives
And growing, flourishing positives


I Love Thee

Elizabeth Barrett Browning said it so eloquently in her Sonnet 43. And to my dear wife I share these borrowed words…

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.