Miracles
The miracle of having a relationship with God is so simple.
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.
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.
I love white dogwood blossoms. When I lived in a parsonage, right next door to the church where my father was a pastor, there were many old fashioned trees and shrubs planted between the house and the church. Deep rose colored camellias, a snow ball bush, pink hawthorn. My favorite was the tall, stately white [...]
Just yesterday, when I was with my hairdresser, we had a conversation about aging. I said I didn't like saying what my exact age was because usually, I hear the remark, "You don't look that old for your age!"