By Ruth Wood It seems that every year at Christmas my mother laments, “What can I give you? You have everything.” She loves to give and feels sad that I have no pressing material needs. In her mind, how can…
For consider Him who endured such hostility from sinners against Himself, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart. In your struggle against sin you have not yet resisted to the point of shedding your blood. And have…
When I was a very small child, my father would read to me every evening after dinner. We had a ritual. He had a large book of Mother Goose rhymes. The book was covered in a soft, blue fabric, and…
Blessed be the Lord my Rock, Who trains my hands for war, And my fingers for battle ~ He is my loving God and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield, in whom I take refuge… Lord, what is man, that You look…
Recently I finished writing a “memoir” for my children: memories of my childhood home and school and family ~ information which I thought they would enjoy. I have worked on it over many years, but finally got to the point…