When your battery is drained, it takes friends to push the truck, pop the clutch and get it going. Our lives are the same.

On a recent flight, I found it was more a journey of the soul than just of geographical space.

A front-end loader’s bucket has length, width, and depth. Add in a little math with curves and angles, and you find a volume, and that’s what it holds. It can only move so many loads in a day, and that’s all. Who are we to think we should do more?

Fishin's was not always about catchin' fish. There is beauty in a properly tied lure or baiting a hook, to sit still and be quiet as “to not scare the fish away.”

In the presence of a miracle, why am I drawn toward the trouble that lies beyond its shadow? The question itself reveals the answer - “lies”.

There is value in sinking your fingers in the dirt and making things grow.

Value is based on Perspective.

*** This story is from the book Strings Interwoven by john g. adams ***

The window was broken, but the Lord repaired the broken pieces.

This story is an excerpt from my latest book Strings Interwoven.

Simeon didn't know when he saw Jesus as a child that He was the Messiah, until he did. John the Baptist did not know Jesus was the Lamb of God, until he did. We sometimes do not know Jesus walks beside us, until our eyes are opened, and we see what we didn't know, until we did.

I wonder what Joseph felt as he watched Jesus grow and become less of his little boy and more of what God had called him to be.  Our daughter's life took an unexpected turn, and she hung up her basketball sneakers and found her love of music again. It was then it hit me. This child was ours only for a little while but was quickly becoming her own, the masterpiece God had made her to be. He has always put her in the right place at the right time and I can see His hand in everything she does.