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…

Unto the Hills

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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