When Your Pillow Has Hard Edges and You Wrestle to Rest
This is the fray. Here’s where my blanket of trust gets built. Every time I go to the mat with Him I tease a few threads of fear into fibers of faith.
When the Arms of the Angel Are Yours
We are the sent ones, comforted ourselves so we can bring comfort to a world that needs it more than ever.
Of Tea and Tears and the Tomb We’re All Watching
Rise, Jesus! Our eyes are on your tomb. You were the one who set eternity in our hearts. And now you’re our only hope.
A Very Good Place to Start
My every moment, my every now, builds on the next. And when my allotted years have zipped past, will all my nows have become music to God’s ears?
The One Thing I Know for Sure
he clock is sure. And it says we've only got four hours to celebrate our thirty-second anniversary. We nearly make it out of town. But just as we've put the daily grind in our rear-view mirror, Garth...
Easter’s Coming Anyway
ou could say the wee lobby of our small-town post office lacks privacy. And those bare white walls and overtired clerks offer little warmth when tensions mount or matters of a personal nature arise. The...
