We all have parents - moms and dads, right? But my Father that I call most of the time is God my Father in Heaven. I think that He formed me in my mother's womb, as in Isaiah's words - and knew me by name before - long before - I was ever born.
Daddy kept telling me stories, real and made up, one after another, until the plane touched down in Miami. He kept my mind off the turbulence, off my fear and off my needing to throw-up. He kept me focused and even laughing and enjoying myself
Men are conditioned to be both providers and "fixers". This doesn't change when you become a father, it intensifies. All of a sudden you become responsible for not only caring for this tiny person, who can't tell you exactly what they need, but also p...
30 years worth of waking up before dawn; walking miles and miles in extreme heat, rain, snow, ice, sleet, and hail; countless falls off iced over porches no one cared to clear; and so many lives touched by the mailman who always lent a hand along his route.