My childhood memory of the Big Eddy Bridge, now under Lake Palestine, is not accurate. But the memory is real. My brother and I would convince my dad to drive over the old, rickety bridge every chance we got. Every board in the old wooden bridge slapped the tires as my dad slowly made his way across. Sometimes he would stop right in the middle and debate whether to continue going on or b ...[Read More]
Will You Learn to be a Better Giver Over Time?
How to Build a Giving Bridge One Intentional Gift at a Time
I know my childhood memory of the Big Eddy Bridge, now under Lake Palestine in Texas, is not accurate. But the memory is real. Every chance we had my brother, and I would convince my dad to drive over the old and very rickety bridge. It seemed like every board in that old wooden bridge slapped the tires as my dad slowly made his way across. Sometimes he would stop right in the middle a ...[Read More]