I read about King David’s desperation for the living words of God. A once smelly shepherd boy, David gets catapulted…
Reflections From the Ukraine/Romania Border
It’s been a few days since we returned from the Romania/Ukraine border. So much of this trip took part in…
Be a Dreaming Soil
Wendell Berry writes, “The soil under the grass is dreaming of a young forest, and under the pavement the soil…
Mother, Motherhood
Motherhood doesn’t come with a manual or “assembly rules” for putting together great human beings. Instead, motherhood is a continuous…
Folded in Easter
A chilled breeze blows through the colorful cemetery. The dead are lulled by the shushing of trees and the chirping…
The Day The Blossoms Fall
Outside my window trees are in bloom. Being under the canopy of blooming trees is like stepping into a magical…
Confessions of a Snowgirl
I am a snowgirl. From when I was a child, snow got my heart. My world was safer when it…
Life, Death, and Words
[Moses] said to them, “Take to your heart all the words with which I am warning you today, which you shall…
Finding Your “Apron” for God
Susanna Wesley was a busy woman living in a small home of the 1700s London. She birthed nineteen children, ten…
3 Lies the Devil Uses to Keep Us from Studying Our Bible
According to a 2020 Bible research study, the number of Americans who use the Bible daily fell to fewer than…
Perfect Words in Hard Times
Circumstances are the expression of God’s will Bishop Handley Moule The beautiful dichotomy of preaching while being persecuted frames Jesus’…
Don’t. Stop. Running
When I run, the world moves and I move along with it. The heart pounds in my head as if…
Imagining the Devil
I am reading for the first time the Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis. In this satirical novel written in epistolary…
“Tell Me About When I Was in China, Mommy!”
It’s his birthday again. “Mommy, tell me again about when I was in China,” asks our son. If you know…
Surprised by Alaska
When my husband announced that he was planning to take me to Alaska, I shrugged my shoulders and reluctantly agreed,…
From A Communist Romania, to A Free America: Reflections of an Immigrant
When I was born, food was rationed, freedom was bound, and people were ruled. It matters where you are born:…