I am Building an Invisible House

I am building an invisible house. The work I do is lost to the eyes of the world. I do … More

The First Lord’s Supper

“Nack? Nack?” Her little voice is clear and sweet as she watches the trays pass over her head. She wants … More

Here I sit again, Watching my tree, Wondering how even one day can bring such dramatic change. Wasn’t it yesterday … More

My dad once said, “By nature we were made creatures of God; by grace, we are made children of God.” … More

And I sent messengers to them, saying, “I am doing a great work and I cannot come down. Why should … More

I think, at some level whether we admit it or not, we have an innate desire to feel the closeness … More

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

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

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

Happy birthday, my sweet Gwen. One month after losing my precious Daddy, my little girl turns one. My own finite, … More