October I seemed to neglect the blog a little bit. Well, not a little bit, a lot! But November is a new month and I am back at it. —————————— In my grandfather’s most recent interview with Greta Van Susteren, she asked him to reflect on his lifetime and wondered what he would change, if …
This is what is on my heart today…
Corey and I were engaged shortly after my grandmother, Ruth Bell Graham, passed away, and we were married six months later. It is hard to believe that has almost been four years.
Between The Billy Graham Evangelistic Association and Samaritan’s Purse, it is hard for me to keep up with all the projects. So, when I was home last, I got to know a little bit more about the My Hope project of BGEA.
If one song could describe Corey’s ideal date it would be, “Fishin in the Dark,” by The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band. I can hear it now…
Wow, I know I have been absent the last two weeks, but here are a few pictures to recap. This past week I was able to go back home to the beautiful land of North Carolina.
I can remember the crisp fall air while walking into school that morning. I remember the blue collared shirt I had decided to wear.
I enjoy watching old videos of my grandfather (aka Daddy Bill), because every time I learn something from him. I am sure many of you have never seen this video, so I wanted to share it with you. In this video my grandfather and Woody Allen have a friendly debate about sex, God, and religion.
I didn’t realize it has been four years since that day. So, thanks to friends on facebook for the reminder. Four years ago today, I was standing in the Big House. Appalachian State University beat Michigan, in one of the biggest upsets in college football history.
NFL preseason. How can one short statement hold so much emotion? It’s a love-hate relationship in this house, which I have to come to grips with every August.
This past weekend my parents celebrated their thirty-seventh wedding anniversary, and my grandparents would have celebrated their sixty-eighth wedding anniversary. I come from a long line of love
As we wound around the Kamuni River in the country of Guyana, I couldn’t grasp the splendor of the landscape around me. I rode beneath the jungle canopy, watching exotic birds sweep in front of the boat, monkeys dangling from tree to tree, and dead anacondas laying on the edge of the river.