Satisfy us each morning with your unfailing love, so we may sing for joy to the end of our lives (Psalm 90:14 NLT). As we do nearly every week, my siblings and our spouses meet for conversation via zoom. For the past year, the oldest sibling, Joyce, has been reading aloud a chapter [...]
Forty three years ago, on Sunday morning, May 18, 1980, Mount St. Helens erupted. I can remember that day as though it were yesterday.
I traveled these more than three-hundred miles because I have a story to tell.
Life is precious. We are created in God's image.
This week I attended a funeral for another dear friend. This is the second one I've attended in six weeks.
Sometimes we can't see the end of a difficult time.
No other religious leader has risen from the dead.
If you are suffering grief right now, remember this, it was our sorrows that weighed him down. He carried your sorrows.
What songs move you? Have you thought about how often you use the word love?
Since that time now seventeen years ago, there have been more incidences of God's loving care for me.
