Gazing at the Christ of Christmas
Do you tear through holiday tasks like a machine, cranking out the baking, shopping and decorating, but forget the miracle? Have you…
Helping Women Move From Fear into Faith
Do you tear through holiday tasks like a machine, cranking out the baking, shopping and decorating, but forget the miracle? Have you…
We didn’t want our vacation to end, so we all met at a par-3 course before we headed back home. The guys…
I was a teenager on spring break in Gulf Shores, Alabama, mesmerized by a group of hippie-looking young people on the beach.…
When my sister and I were little girls, we’d jump out of bed on Easter morning, eager to search for colorful hard…
When I was seventeen, I entered the God School. The Administrator Himself issued a personal invitation. I’ve been enrolled for fifty years,…
Lord, what do I do with the swirling thoughts, ideas, and passions inside my head? How do I use what I’ve learned,…
Our beloved friends hopped into their car and headed back home to Mississippi. A four-day visit didn’t feel sufficient. The time we…
There is a part of me that would like to climb up on the old soapbox and tell you what I think about all the craziness in our world today. If I did, my voice would only heighten the loud cacophony all around, in which it is hard to distinguish a true voice that matters.