There are seasons in life when storms seem relentless and sunny days feel uncertain or fleeting

Why did I say that? Like, really! What possesses me to say out loud the critique my brain gives while someone is just trying to connect with me? Why am I so critical? I don’t know if everyone struggles with this, but I do. In group settings, even one-on-one with my husband or children, I sometimes get so anxious that my thoughts trip over themselves. My tongue gets heavy, and instead of saying something thoughtful, I rush in with something quick, awkward, and often unnece

Stories of triumph from the Bible often resonate with many of us because we, too, have or will overcome.

This is a poem about learning to call on God as a Father.

Ash Wednesday is the first day of Lent.

I have ever felt like Job, Faithful in my eagerness, Faithful in my gratitude. Acknowledging God’s grace can be corrective, Acknowledging life’s lonely roads can be protective. I have ever felt like Job, Faithful in my happenstance, Faithful to carry on. Acknowledging God’s hedges of protection, Acknowledging God’s tests and assessments. I have ever felt like Job, Faithful in my appearances, Faithful in God’s order. Acknowledging God has plans for me, Acknowledging not un

Character Highlight: Daniel

World Communion Sunday is celebrated annually on the first Sunday of October.

My prayers like glitter cascade through my mind. Effervescent lilac-vanilla skies. The pink sunrise mutes the blue night’s goodbye....