How I think about my heavenly Father has been shaped by how I experienced my earthly father's love and care.
The first time I read "The Dark" to my kids, I got this nagging sense that a giant metaphor was about to jump up and bite...
When I was five years old, our beloved black and white Cocker Spaniel dog, Candy, became terminally ill. One day, my dad took her with him...
Looking out the window of my overly-packed minivan, I was struck by the beauty of the light as it hid in the dense trees closest to...
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...
Walking into the hospital, a multitude of memories rush in, swept in with the breeze from the revolving doors. The dimly lit hallway leads to large...