Timothy came in from flying one day and seemed a little rattled. He said a pilot had broken in on the radio and said he didn’t know where...

“We just need some black shoes – for a funeral,” I told the sales clerk at the shoe store. Mother wanted me to take her to get some shoes...

We finally gathered up all of Timothy’s flight books to donate to the airport. It's sad, but it would be worse for them to gather dust, unused. They are being housed in the planning room at Davis Field Airport if anyone wants to see or borrow them (If you are wanting to start pilot’s lessons, Timothy really enjoyed his first flight instructor, Gary Stevenson. Just ask someone in the terminal how to reach him.). Before donating the books, I flipped through every single p

Timothy’s assignment for his combined Junior and Senior English class was to write reports on all 66 books of the Bible. All. 66. When...

Back when the Allisons had a houseful of little kids, bedtime occurred in “stages.” First, they lined up for vitamins, then everyone got...

Once upon a time, Timothy asked me if he had to go to college. He knew plenty of people who didn’t use their college degrees, and he...

Years ago, I took the kids, ranging in age from maybe 3 to 11, to Rogers Park in Warner for a fireworks display. We spread a blanket on the ground in a choice spot and all piled on it, in anticipation of some earth-shaking fun! After about 30 seconds, Timothy asked if we could move the pallet a little closer to the action. The fireworks were being lit at the football field (a quarter- mile away), so it didn’t really matter where we sat - our view would be the same. But we all

We continue to discover Timothy’s donation receipts for even more ministries (Children’s Home in Mexico, International Schools, etc.), and we continue to hear more stories of how his generosity sent friends on mission trips, funded vehicles, and subsidized flight lessons. He kept his eyes and ears open to notice the needs of others and his hands open to give. I remember when he was maybe 9 years old, he excitedly shared with me, “At the first of the year, I had $60.00, and I

Timothy lived with an urgency regarding time. Maybe it was one of the books that we read aloud, “Don’t Waste Your Life” by John Piper. Or...

We found another of Timothy’s prayer journals in his old bedroom at home. In his signature style, he wrote on 3 pages, and left the rest...

Timothy was arguably the busiest man in the state, yet when Brantley asked him to play Chutes and Ladders with him one morning (as...