When I was seven or eight years old, my family would drive up to northern Indiana to visit my great-grandfather who was in his nineties. Grandpa Russell had been very hard of hearing since an accident when he was a young teen. He had an old house, with a old pot-bellied stove in the living…
My Heart is Hooked on Words
At any given time, I am working on several books, studies or articles. As I prepare my mind and heart, I usually get a handful of books from my shelves to skim. I pull the books by authors who have touched my heart with their lives and words. Reading molds my thinking to a devotional…