She was the First
There are so many heroes and heroines I could talk about. She was only one of many.
There are so many heroes and heroines I could talk about. She was only one of many.
The miracle of having a relationship with God is so simple.
In many ways, the three "cousins" are a lot like humans. They want food. Comfort. Love. Approval. They will do most anything to get any of those things.
In my home, growing up, there was a plaque on the wall, right by the front door...
For and hour and a half, we waited, wondering if we'd need to stay there all night until the storm abated.
Monuments and statues, skyscrapers, castles, and cathedrals capture our attention, but I think creation by a Creative God is even better.
How can I write about a person who had so much influence on my life and lived to age ninety-three?
Although I wish I could have experienced the loving influence of Grandma Richert here on earth, I look forward to meeting her one day in heaven.
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.
Dogs can steal your heart and when they're gone, we're sad. There is One--the Creator and Savior--who is always present and whom we can go to anytime.