The twenty-fourth of July, 1975, was on a Thursday. It was a day just like any other summer day in South-western Kansas; probably hot and dry. But something happened on this particular day that would change my life forever.
I just wanted to let you know that I will be taking a couple of weeks off to hang with my Grandson, Owen. When I return, we will continue our look at God’s Story, should it please the King. (I will, however, still be active on Twitter.)
Until then, keep right on living in the Reign.
PS If you haven’t already done so, take a look at my post regarding the US Supreme Court ruling on same sex marriage.
Birthdays are normally not a big deal to me. I think that is largely due to the influence of my parents. Their philosophy was that a person is as young as they feel, so birthdays were just another day to them. So, to that end…
Turning 20 was cool.
I looked forward to turning 30 for as long as I can remember.
Turning 40 at the turn of the century was great.
I absolutely celebrated when I turned 50 (just ask my family).
But, for some reason, turning 55 has not been easy.