To remember my childhood is to remember church and family. Those two facets of life were intertwined ~ a natural result of two grandfathers who pastored churches and a father who was called into ministry at a young age. I’ve…
By Kristen Wells The crack of the slamming door upstairs snapped me back into reality. I looked down at the boiling pot of noodles waiting for the thumping of feet that I knew were now trotting downstairs, to arrive at…
I must admit that what I have read and seen about the brutality and barbarism of ISIS repulses and shocks me. They have lost any claim of humanity; they are brutish animals without conscience and without any hope of being…
We honor those who have lost their lives serving their country! Our hearts are with their families who also bear the cost of that sacrifice! This is what Memorial Day is about in its original intent. …
I sit in the hallway outside of my daughter’s room. It is late and the floor uncomfortable, but the little nightlight that she holds is moving, so I know her eyes are still on me. When her room is dark,…