“Look!” Andi stopped walking and stared down at the beach. “A crab!” A half-dollar-sized crab stood motionless at our feet. The waves nearby gnawed angrily at the shore, so only a few people were out on the beach. The only kids I saw on our walk were just fifty feet away. “Watch him!” I ordered as I jogged over to the group. “Come and see a crab,” I called. Soon, Andi and I were surrounded by big and little kids squealing and running away as they tried to get close to see the crab. I asked for a bucket from … Continue reading God Can Use Crabs, Too!

I lowered the tray of colorful Christmas cookies and suggested, “Pick one out for your Daddy, too.” Two little boys with big brown eyes reached up and picked out their favorites. “I want the castle,” said the oldest as he clutched the church-shaped cookie. “Well,” I chuckled. “that’s a church, but you could call it a home for a King.” The youngest wanted to eat his green tree cookie AND Daddy’s star, too, . . . right then. I had a few more brief visits with them and with their mother, Cathy, for several months, and then one afternoon last … Continue reading The King’s Home