The Letter
Folding the letter along the creases, I placed it in the envelope and slipped it into the back pocket of my jeans. Then, as if in a trance, I walked off the deck, across the grass, and climbed the wobbly
Chasing My Father’s Dreams
When I was three, my family moved from Lancaster, Pennsylvania to Nashville, Tennessee, so my parents could be missionaries and so my father could find a home for the country gospel he’d jot down on scrap lumber with his carpenter’s
Determination / Dreams / Family / Fathers / Love / Lyrics / Manual Labor / Parents / Song Writing / Writing