I call this a coffee mug verse. You know the kind that fits so well on a coffee mug or some farmhouse sign from Hobby Lobby, probably in...

Sometime over the last couple of years, our youngest daughter hit the “it’s not fair” stage. Her heightened awareness of injustice has...

I cannot recall one time in which I questioned whether my parents loved me. I always knew that they did. That’s one of the special things...

I used to do the same thing every night. After I put my kids to bed I would take out my little wooden box, go outside, and take three hits..

God revives communities by first changing lives in those communities. As individuals go from death to life, lost to found, bound to free...

As I was praying about the blog this week I kept thinking of the phrase “out of order” and then as I was writing a sign with those very...

It was a sticky summer day maybe six years ago and as per usual I was running late. We were leaving for a family reunion...

There's something about birthdays that brings out the retrospective side of me. As they approach, I find myself thinking about...

This week I worked out for the first time in months. (According to my Fitbit, it looks like I haven't truly broken a sweat since...

When I was a little girl I used to give my mom bouquets of dandelions. I always knew that she loved flowers. In the summer months she...