Becoming a Christian is exciting and a new beginning.
Admittedly, when I heard dad’s whistle I began to cuss. Cussing was an art form to us boys and I could hold my own with any of em’. Each of us had been homeschooled by some of the best. Our dads were cussing scholars. They could…
Part 2 (Dam Construction) Flower Garden Blues I froze…. Although the other boys continued their chatter, my ears focused on the sound of that whistle. As it came a second time, I scrambled to my feet, pushed through the group of boys, and after…
(Come on, read a little story for a change) Part 1 Few things can attract a little boy more than a creek. As a little boy once myself, I can attest to the magnetic pull and adventurous sound of flowing water. There are muddy…