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Purpose

Knowing my love for birds, I’m often asked, “what’s your favorite?”. My answer probably goes something like “there’s no way to pick one, that’s like choosing a favorite child”. But honestly, I must say there is one that ranks high on my list. The bobwhite quail. “Really?” you might ask. Yes. Enough so that I use it as a part of my packaging. It represents so much of who I am. Here’s why…

Be Still And Know

Be still and know. That's a mighty tall order when there are still so many things to accomplish in such a short period of time. Decorating. Shopping. Wrapping. Cooking. And working overtime to pay for all these things. Unfortunately, the American Christmas is not

Mother’s Day

My wife loves being a mother. I've never heard her once wish that she could be away from her children. She embraced it wholeheartedly from the moment our first daughter was placed in her arms to this present moment where that same daughter is navigating her way as a sixteen year old.

An American Privilege

I voted this morning. And I've got to say that I felt ecstatic waiting in line, looking around at this diverse group of individuals who have shown up to give their opinion of who should lead this great country. And their opinion counts. Not only was I proud to cast my vote for the candidate of my choosing, but

“God’s Story”

In 2007, Christ Community Church in Franklin, Tennessee commissioned me to do a painting that would prove to be one of the most challenging, yet rewarding pieces that I had done to that day. Due to its high visibility in that church, Scotty Smith's teachings and the prints that have gone all over the country,…

Remember

Happy Memorial Day from the Barn. I pray that every flag we see will stir us inside to remember what a wonderful country it is that we live in. I pray we will be thankful for every blessing that is ours to enjoy. I pray we will never forget that all of this didn't come…

Winter

I love the look of winter. Where I live it's very neutral, bare and, what some might call, dismal. I would rather refer to it as quietly beautiful. Even though we seldom see the extravagant beauty of a blanket of freshly fallen snow here in Tennessee, I am still comforted by the quiet elegance that…

Fresh Start

It's a new year. I always love that feeling. The tree is down. The ornaments are stored. The lights are unplugged for another year. Life seems calmer, cleaner and a bit less cluttered. It's a perfect time for a fresh start. A fresh start. Don't we all desire that? What lies behind us is littered…

Shelly’s Arm

Friday night my wife and I received one of those dreaded calls saying our oldest daughter had fallen and broken her arm. Suddenly we're in the emergency room. The next day she's in surgery. The next night we're heading home with life looking a little differently than it had just days before. As my daughter…

Wings of the Wind

It is early morning, shortly after daybreak, and I am sitting at the edge of Lake Michigan on the beach. The air is quite chilly - I am snug in my sweatshirt. The clouds have rolled across the sky like a carpet. The wind is steady. The waves are large for a lake. But the…

Handwritten

There is not much I would rather receive than a handwritten note or letter. It is a gift in itself. (I'll admit, it's a bit ironic that I'm talking about "handwritten" as I type away on these little white plastic keys.) I fear it is something my children will not experience once my wife and…

Story

I am sitting here with my cup of coffee this morning pondering a very large painting that I just completed. It is only the second time in all these years of being an artist that I have painted a piece this large - 4' x 8' - which is still the largest size I have…

Purpose

Be Still And Know

Mother’s Day

An American Privilege

“God’s Story”

Remember

Winter

Fresh Start

Shelly’s Arm

Wings of the Wind

Handwritten

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