My mom used to make quilts when I was little. I suppose it’s a natural part of living in Amish country. She would bundle me up,...
I recently had an epiphany that the spiritual condition of my heart isn’t much different than my kitchen floor.
It was a scenario I knew all too well. My four-year-old son was showing signs of exhaustion before we even got home from preschool. I mean,...
I’ll never forget the morning I got the call. A shrill ringing flooded my ears, and I peeled my eyes open, squinting at my bedside clock....
I’ve often wondered what I have to offer to the One who created me. In my limited travels, I’ve experienced worship in other cultures and seen...
A blacksmith stands near the fire, a metal rod in his burly hands. The metal’s tip hovers over the flame and transforms into an orange glow....