Holding to God’s Hand

Her chubby hand clutches mine, tightly. Her feet are awkward, faltering. She often stumbles, trips, falls, swings wildly. Sometimes, she … More

Unto the Hills

I love to gaze at the mountains. The Bvumba Mountains in the Eastern Highlands of Zimbabwe, The towering Rockies throughout … More

Simple enough for children to memorize. Timeless enough to be read to mourners for centuries. Repeated enough so that even … More

They say little boys need their daddies. That is so very true. But did you know that little girls need … More

I’ve listened to and sung this song, countless times. I’d always thought it was a bit repetitive. (Of course, in … More

The difficulty of being broken, of course, is that you don’t work. It doesn’t sit well with us. We who … More

We find a subtle yet very important distinction here. We must give thanks. But Paul doesn’t tell us to give … More

I have watched them, almost daily, for not quite three months. Sitting in my rocker. Some days wrapped in a … More

I’ve always had trouble answering the question: “Where are you from?” California with its palm trees and sunshine and crowded … More

John Mark, Luke, Timothy, Epaphroditus, Titus, and Demas. Layton, Chris, Robin, Matt, Adam, Dustin, Tyler, Caleb, Alex, Logan, Jonathan. What … More