Courage, Acceptance, Faith
We are grieving. Things feel out of control.
We are grieving. Things feel out of control.
...the day before, on September 10, a light in a dark world was needlessly shot and killed as he was reasoning with students.
The words quenched my thirst and refreshed my soul.
The miracle of having a relationship with God is so simple.
For and hour and a half, we waited, wondering if we'd need to stay there all night until the storm abated.
How can I write about a person who had so much influence on my life and lived to age ninety-three?
We were on a rafting trip down the DesChutes River one hot August afternoon. We were having an exhilarating time riding the rapids, not minding getting wet.
Would you like to join me in discovering some of the good we never expected in this growing old?
How can I trust and delight in the Lord?
In January, I always look back to a precarious time in my history.