AuthorJeremy

Wingin’ it.

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I could feel the sheer panic wash over me as it traveled to every extremity of my body. It was fourth grade and I’d forgotten to do my homework. There was no worse feeling than receiving a “0” on an assignment, not to mention the report card implications. Instead of a masterfully written book report, I stared down at the blank piece of notebook paper on my desk. I scrambled and...

Just another sNOw day.

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Sure, my parents had to walk 5 miles to school, in the snow, barefoot, up hill both ways – but for those of us that grew up in the 80’s and 90’s, we had to wake up at 5 AM, glue ourselves to the TV and anxiously watch the scrolling alphabetical list of names on the morning news to determine if our school system was getting a snow day. For me, that meant stalking the G’s as they...

The miraculous day of summer.

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For most of my life, my prayer tendency had been what I call “vending machine” faith. When I needed God, my first instinct was to ask Him to “fix” it the way I wanted. And every fiber in my body wanted to ask Him to fix this circumstance too. But instead, I asked for courage to trust. I didn’t understand why this accident had happened – and continued to wrestle with...

The dog day of summer.

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As far as summer evenings in Georgia go, this particular night was a beaut. As we pulled out of the driveway on our golf cart for our nightly family cruise, the four of us soaked up all the summer feels. With the humid summer breeze on our faces, we hung a left and slowly rolled down a steep neighboring street. I noticed our neighbor in the distance walking his small dog – and clearly battling to...

Good times, great oldies.

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Pick a song from the 90’s, or early 2000’s, and I can probably tell you what year it was released. Like Marty McFly stepping into a DeLorean time machine, I can transport myself back to the place and time when I first heard it. Almost every night, together as a family, we listen to music as we prepare, cook and eat dinner. It’s easily one of my favorite parts of the day and time...

I’m always right, sometimes.

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Just ask my wife. I’m a know-it-all.  I think I know what’s best for me.  I think I know what’s best, period.  And, chances are, I’ve already decided what I think is best for you. There’s one problem:  I have a speck in my eye – literally.  And, it might as well be a massive, 100-year-old log. How can you think of saying to anyone, ‘Let me help you get rid of...

What’s in a name?

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We all have them, we all use them daily and chances are that a lot of thought and time went into choosing them.  By now, many of you already know the name we’ve chosen for our son.  But with only a short couple of weeks to go before he makes his debut, I thought I’d make the official announcement: Payton Parker Whigham Early on, we tossed around several names that we liked...