If it is His purpose to uproot me and my family, then He will make us bloom where He chooses to plant us.
There’s patience … and then there’s patience. You know what I mean. There exists a pseudo-patience, the kind that scrapes the surface and looks admirable to...
I love to paint. I don’t do it often enough, but I love it nonetheless. And when I paint, I don’t think. I lose myself in...
English poet Robert Southey wrote, “The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the...
I need to remind myself of the spotless robes offered by Christ, and wrap myself in His garments of grace.
I settled down into seat 34G, disappointed that I didn’t get the aisle. Well, I guess it was to be expected, considering I had only booked...