She holds hope steady, most days, careful with every step. She keeps it close, far from eyes that would condescend, words that would weaken the flame of maybe… of some day. For she is the story heard too many times. …
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst after righteousness, for they shall be filled. ~Matthew 5:6 My kids just stayed at my mom and dad’s house for several days. My mom’s reaction when I asked her how things had gone…
We are told that the world is unraveling. We are told that the economy is unstable, diseases are without cure, depression and anxiety more prevalent than ever before. We are told that there is no guarantee of safety, no guarantee…
Lights frame front porches, glow in windows, sparkle over still green bushes. Down the highway, shining bulbs spell out ‘PEACE ON EARTH’ like they do every year, giant letters tall in an empty field. There is something about those lights……
I love to catch my dad in a talkative mood because he always says something to make me think. A conversation we had a few weeks ago was no exception. We were having our morning coffee and talking about churches…