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This is another short, sweet healing story. In 2008 Lori and I were living above our coffee shop in El Dorado Kansas. One evening in the apartment, we were hanging out with our son Paul, his wife Chelsea, and their friends, Levi and Robert. Levi's sense of smell had never been right, and that affected his … Continue reading Healing Story #2

  I started cussing when I worked on Zietz's farm. Up until then, I had maybe said the word hell one time. My father was quite fluent in profanity. My mother cast a long, righteous shadow that kept me on track. Picking rocks on Zietz's farm was where things went off the rails. Zietz's farm is a … Continue reading Life on the Farm

The first time I saw someone healed-like, right in front of my eyes-was in 1996. Have you ever seen a father showing his little boy how to swing a baseball bat? He'll stand close behind him, reach around him, and get his hands on the bat too. Someone will lob a few slow pitches, and … Continue reading Stepping Up