18 Really? Really.
My firstborn turns 18 today. Yep, you read that right. I had to go back and read that first sentence a few times, myself. I’ll never forget that brilliantly sunny day in a...
Category: Purely Personal
The Story Has Not Ended.
In December I shared the story of Ryan, Morgan, and Charlie: two dear friends and their little boy who is stuck on the other side of the world. Today, Ryan will land back in...
Flashback Friday: Don’t Look Back
Yes, I recognize the irony in having a flashback post that tells you not to look back, but work with me here, people. Wednesday was a first at our household. After weeks of begging,...
Flashback Friday: Blowouts and Banjo Music
A completely true tale: …so we made it off of I-40 and pulled over at a gas station in Rose Hill, NC, home of the world’s largest frying pan and a town where the motto...
Moses, ‘Mandments, & Toenail Polish
If you tuned in last week, you know that Advent has come to the Franks house. And even though we started off rough, we’ve persevered, stuck through, and endured more eye rolls and off-the-wall...
Putting a Dent in Advent
I’ll start this post with a couple of confessions: Confession #1: I stink at family devotions. Like, stink at ’em. Not “we could get better. Last year we only memorized Leviticus, this year we’re going...
Flashback Friday: Embracing Awkwardness
We’ve been trying to meet as many neighbors as possible, a difficult feat when the average temperature this summer was Surface Of The Sun. But one neighbor I met fairly early on was a...
Flashback Friday: Autumn Has Arrived
After my little tirade at the beginning of Wednesday’s post, I was reminded anew how much I dislike the word “Autumn.” (I think it was invented by Hallmark to sell more cards, or something.)...
Believing Forgetters
Last week our staff team celebrated communion together, as we do each month. It’s one of my favorite times of worship here at the Summit, a time when none of us are worrying with...
Flashback Friday: The Plane Truth
On Friday I channel my inner lazy person (he’s not hard to find…he lurks just beneath the top layer of my epidermis). Instead of fresh content, I slap together two new sentences and maybe...
