If Herb came back in the house saying, "Get your shoes on and come outside! You've got to see this!" I knew something was blooming.

I hadn't explored it before. It seemed like an intrusion into a personal space between Timothy and his God. But I can't describe the healing peace I have found here, reading how God shaped Timothy's life with the highlighted verses on the curled pages.

We were a hunting family. Thanksgiving week was always a fun flurry of activities with hunters coming and going, grabbing bites of turkey and pie as the food came hot out of the oven. It was a lifestyle! But now that Herb and Timothy were gone, and the hunters had all moved out, there was nothing. No bubbling coffee pot, no good natured rivalry or prayers for a "Big Buck." No one snacking on the Thanksgiving dinner as it came out of the oven. Nothing. But maybe it's not all

Seeing so many "signs of the times" falling in place, I can't help but believe we're almost home!