Our favorite son
I'd like to take a moment to talk about my son David. David is a man of rare gifts, and great accomplishments. Just look at his face. The face of a thinker. A warrior. A…

I'd like to take a moment to talk about my son David. David is a man of rare gifts, and great accomplishments. Just look at his face. The face of a thinker. A warrior. A…
Art and Bonnie Joyce 2024 Christmas LetterA Blessed Christmas and a Happy New Year to each of you who are so special to us. We thank God for you and miss you when our…
Happy New Year!Better late than never! And special greetings to those of you who actually sent us real greeting cards. It’s getting to be a lost art!2023 was an eventful…
I would like to tell you a story today about a man I had not always appreciated as I do now. A quiet, humble servant of Jesus. His name is Paul Gardner, and he was my…
Arches is probably the most popular park in Utah's canyon country, so popular that we had a hard time finding a place to stay. Because of this, the nearby town of Moab…
We met a young lady at the laundromat who seemed to be very outgoing and willing to share her passion for helping youth at risk. What a blessing it would be to hear…
Mom didn’t write every day, but I thought I’d record this short account I found in a little notebook. She started this when she was 50 years old, and prayed for all of…
A year after Mom left us, I am finally getting around to going through the boxes of memories that she left for us. Most of the writings are in Mom's hand, but…
“I don’t think Madalynne will be coming back with you.” Those were the words of our dear visiting nurse, as I told her that we would be leaving Michigan for the winter…
It’s been a while since I updated this blog, and our lives continue to change. But Our Father walks behind and before us, and knows each bend in the road. Just days…
Madalynne loved the big ten-foot-wide picture window that dominated the living room of the house where she had lived most of her life. Looking out now on the tidy row of…
Welcome, all wonders in one night! Eternity shut in a span! Summer in Winter! Day in Night! Heaven in Earth and God in Man! Great little one whose all-embracing birth…
Although Mom’s parents had come from New England, she was a Michigan girl, raised in Ferndale on East Woodland Avenue. Dad was originally from Bellaire (“up north”) but…
Garry, Dottie, and I were blessed to live in a kind, loving family, as the majority of children in America did during those years. Mothers mostly stayed at home and…
I am hoping to share, each week, a little of my personal history of growing up in Clawson, Michigan. Our first home was in Berkley, Michigan, where Mom and Dad built a…