If you have been investing in Sandy Cove for a while, you'd probably expect that your portfolio includes shares of Summer Together Family Camp. The roots of Family Camp go all the way back to opening weekend in 1946 when people gathered for Bible teaching, good food and plenty of it, and fine fellowship with one another here in God's great

In our high tech world, we all know that any time your computer, smartphone or other modern marvel starts to experience issues, the first troubleshooting step is to power it down, wait a few seconds, then power it back up. It is so simple, but overlooked to the point that an IT team made “Hello, IT -- Have you tried turning it off and on again”

I'm a hypocrite, and I'll admit it… I totally agree with Yogi Berra that “If you don't know where you are going, you'll end up someplace else.” It makes sense to me that you don't just accidentally become fit and healthy, or have great relationships, or know how to play piano. I don't just believe that intentionality is a big

Lots of Family Camp guests come up to me in the summer and say something like: “It seems like you are here all the time! Where do you go on vacation??” Well, believe it or not, I go camping! That's right – after Family Camp wrapped up, my family headed off for four days in a state park in Delaware. But it gets better when

I'm talking about failing, not falling. Now in recent years, various business books and blogs, plus a number of TED talks (click here for TED talks) have attempted to reframe failure. They inform us that all good innovators and entrepreneurs have failures in their track record. They tell us that fear of failure will limit our willingness to

  Tommy's teacher saw him spacing out the window, and asked him to get focused back on his drawing. “Oh, I'm already done,” Tommy informed her. “See, here are his eyes and nose.” “Uh… I only see three black dots on your blank paper. Who is he, and where is the rest of him?” replied the teacher.

DING!! I was headed down I-95 last Saturday evening when my dashboard announced that one of my tires had low pressure. A couple button pushes showed me a readout with three normal tires, and the right rear down to 25. I drove on as it started to rain, and eventually watched it creep down to 24 psi. What to do?

I get asked “Are you ready for summer?” a lot this time of year. People know I am responsible for delivering five weeks of the three ring circus we call Summer Together Family Camp. And they reasonably assume that I’ve been locked in my office all winter, getting my ducks in a row.