Papa Has All the Squishies
A little collection with a big story: how one squishy cube from my daughter turned into a running joke with my grandkids — and something I hope they remember long after they forget which cube was my favorite.
A little collection with a big story: how one squishy cube from my daughter turned into a running joke with my grandkids — and something I hope they remember long after they forget which cube was my favorite.
Families don’t break all at once — they drift, one skipped gathering at a time. A raw, personal look at losing the backbone that held my family together, and what I’m finally doing about it.
Fifty years of marriage is a remarkable achievement, but my parents’ greatest legacy isn’t simply the years they’ve shared, it’s the unwavering faith, sacrificial love, and Christ-centered example they’ve lived every day. This tribute celebrates their Golden Anniversary, my mom’s birthday, and the incredible legacy they’ve built for our family.
When biblical parenting meets today’s legal system, Christian parents face difficult questions. Discover what Scripture teaches about discipline, how Ohio law approaches corporal punishment, and the lessons one father’s experience can teach us all.
My father was my coach, my best friend, and my hero. I didn’t have him long enough, but what he planted in me never left.
Some men build houses, decks, fences, and businesses. Others build something far greater, a legacy. This is a tribute to my father, Graylyn Davis, a man whose faithfulness to God, commitment to marriage, and love for his family taught me what true biblical manhood looks like.
“What is love? Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me no more.”
Anybody remember that hit from the ’90s?
For many of us, it instantly brings back memories of the famous Saturday Night Live sketches featuring the Roxbury brothers, cruising from nightclub to nightclub, bobbing their heads to the beat, getting into awkward situations, and inevitably being thrown out of wherever they ended up.
Grandchildren have a way of breaking through every wall we’ve built. Their love, trust, joy, and need for us can quietly teach us something powerful about the heart of God.
Some people talk about their faith. Annita lives hers. She walks into a room and makes everyone feel seen, loves her grandchildren without reservation, and carries her family through hard seasons with a grace and strength that leaves me speechless. On this Mother’s Day, I just want the world to know — I am the most blessed of all.
Letter to my children, I’m not good at saying these things out loud, so I’m writing them down. To my kids and grandkids: you are my legacy, my prayer, and the reason I keep showing up.