By F. D. Adkins I remember staring down at the little hand just barely big enough to clasp my finger and cradling his tiny head in the crook of my…
By F. D. Adkins I remember when my daughter was in second grade, she would carry her Bible to school every day for independent reading time. But one day she…
By F. D. Adkins She swipes the loose curl from her eyes and tucks it back under her tiara. Lifting the little teapot, she pours each of her guests a…
By F. D. Adkins I do not usually watch the news. Murder, human trafficking, the latest death toll from Covid, chaos in the Middle East… the media gives us the…
By F. D. Adkins She sits at the kitchen table staring at a computer screen attempting to help her children with their homework. How can they change math? She keeps…
By F. D. Adkins Recently, my family and I went on vacation. My kids’ favorite part of the trip was the amusement park rides. Of course, I have shared my…
By F. D. Adkins To say there was tension between them was an understatement. Fueled by jealousy, his brothers hated him. They detested that colorful jacket that he sported around…
By F. D. Adkins He stops in front of the entrance and takes a deep breath trying to settle the butterflies in his stomach. He has spent over an hour…
by F. D. Adkins She trudges through the house and into the kitchen to find a snack. She knows it will still be a while until dinner because her parents…
By F. D. Adkins I pull into the parking lot as I mentally go over the list of things I plan to accomplish today. I just need to make a…