
Good, Good Father
My dad has been a wonder seeker of God and His Word ever since I can remember. He prays like a poet with a mighty
My dad has been a wonder seeker of God and His Word ever since I can remember. He prays like a poet with a mighty
I am stunned by the truth that God chose to dwell with us on this groaning earth. I don’t think any of us will ever
(Photo taken by my dear friend, Crystal Rings) I was born the day after Christmas at 4:00 a.m. on a snowy Colorado morning back in
How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me? How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and day after day
Back in 1983, President Ronald Reagan designated November as National Alzheimer’s Disease Awareness Month, according to alz.org. I assume this was long before he knew he would also
Like a long-lost treasure—hidden in plain sight—the yellow sticky note written in my mother’s beautiful handwriting caught my eye. Alzheimer’s had stolen her handwriting several
Rick and I have been married thirty-two years today! We were married on August 25, 1984 on a hot summer day in Sioux City, Iowa. We spent the first 20 years of our marriage moving every two to three years, including several years in Brazil and China for Rick’s job.
Now settled in the mountains of Colorado Springs, we can both testify that these are our favorite years together.
I love this season of our empty-nest-almost-grandparents life.
I don’t know what it is about Baby Boomers, but for some reason we don’t like to be called Grandpa or Grandma when we finally
The pastor and his young family spoke in hushed tones while we met in their small apartment in Bucharest, Romania on a cold winter’s night.
There was a time—not so long ago—when the only way I could fall asleep at night was with worship music playing in my ears. I
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