My Father’s Identity
It being Father’s Day, it is no surprise that I’m remembering John King Eareckson, my Daddy. I was born to him late in life, the last of four daughters...
It being Father’s Day, it is no surprise that I’m remembering John King Eareckson, my Daddy. I was born to him late in life, the last of four daughters...
Hi, I’m Joni Eareckson Tada. And I remember when, after hours of horseback riding on trails beyond our farm, my weary horse would slow her pace and drag her feet; that is, until she recognized the fences of her own pasture. ...
Every summer, the spring rains filled the pond on our Maryland farm with a lot of mud, and it needed to be cleaned out. The neat thing is, more earth ...