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 delightful...
Category: Purely Personal
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.) But...
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 weekend...
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 a...
Happy Birthday To Her!
Today is a special day around our house. It’s Merriem’s birthday (she’s 28, in case you’re wondering). The birthday banner is hung, the gifts are wrapped, the kids are making a run to...
A Mouse Tale
Nothing good ever begins with the words “Don’t…anybody…move…” And yet, those fifteen letters are what started the entire adventure last Friday night. It was sometime after 11 PM. The whole family – sans the Princess...
“You Happy, Daddy?”
My little girl will turn three in August. She is the source of way too much laughter in our family. Her adorability seems to know no bounds, and she has her three big brothers, her...
You Belong In The Zoo
On Friday, we had the brilliant idea that we’d make the short trip down 85 to spend the day at the North Carolina Zoo. We took Haven once last year, but felt like – now...
Betraying Our Baptist Roots
Just another Sunday night at the Franks house. Austin put on some Andy Mineo (or at least I think that was Andy Mineo), and the only two people in our house with any rhythm started...
Flashback Friday: Silly Rabbit, Red Eyes Are For Demons
Jumpin’ in the wayback machine in 3…2… My wife loves me. I want to tell you that right up front, because based on what you’re about to read, you’re going to question it. You’ll think...
