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,...

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...

We continue to discover Timothy’s donation receipts for even more ministries (Children’s Home in Mexico, International Schools, etc.),...

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...