Author: Bryan Yeagley

Dear God, Thank You for My Carrot!

Facebook loves dredging up old memories. Truth be told, I usually ignore them! Not today. Six years ago, four generations of my family gathered for Friday evening supper. As was his custom, my father was offering the blessing. With two-year-old innocence, Emmaline struck a Norman Rockwell pose — her single carrot resting on a plate emblazoned with the word “Gratitude.”…

God and the Super Bowl

Some say God may have a problem on Super Bowl Sunday! When the Chiefs advanced to the Super Bowl, both Patrick Mahomes and owner Clark Hunt thanked God for their victory. And when Brock Purdy and his 49ers punched their ticket to the Big Game, he also gave glory to God for their victory. They’re not alone. When the Rams…

Don’t Hang Up Your Harp

There are 365 days in a year. And for each of you, there is a day that brings pain. Maybe more than one.  Your mom died on October 19. Perhaps your husband had a heart attack on December 23. You miscarried on May 2. A divorce you didn’t want was finalized on September 23. A valued coworker committed suicide on…

Hanging On for Dear Life

Growing up as a PK (preacher’s kid) had advantages. The Yeagley boys were showered with warm gestures and kindness. We were given an old erector set. A stamp collection. Brand new bike parts to restore an old beater. Memorable lunch invitations after church. And colorful personalities still remembered. Connecticut and Massachusetts fed our love for winter. Sledding down massive hills…

There Will Be No More Sea

Water has always enriched my life. Exploring the rocky shores of Acadia National Park. Swimming in the ice cold Swift River in New Hampshire’s Jigger Johnson Campground. Snorkeling in the Andaman Sea. Witnessing the power of Hawaii’s Bonzai Pipeline. Boating on Lake Michigan. The other day I heard Revelation 21:1 read in a sermon. You’ll recognize it. “Now I saw…

Bethlehem Road Trip

We’ve been traveling for days. It’s going as good as I could have hoped. I am young and healthy so I’ve handled it pretty well. I’ve seen some older women with child and they seem to be struggling a bit more – bless their hearts. By the end of the day, though, my feet are screaming and I have so…

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