I open the Word. And the psalmist speaks. “In thee, O Lord, do I put my trust. Let me never be ashamed. Deliver me in thy righteousness.” Inside, I’m nodding.

There it was in black and white. “Parents,” said the sheet that came home from school, “have your child name each member of your family. Put an ‘x’ in the

In the back and forth, the listening and praying, the seeking of counsel and signing of lines, during all of that came another small message slipped into an email. “Something’s

Turning out of my drive, hands on the wheel, I look up. Over the pond in the early-morning black, I see them. The stars, they shine, winking just there atop

What a year it’s been. In fact, our continuing mantra, The Mister and I, is, “We just can’t pay to be bored around here.” At times, this is said with

The call came in late one evening. Who would be calling at this hour? Busy getting ready for bed, I heard The Mister pick up. And I heard his tone

When the skies above turn brown like mud and the national blood pressure spikes, you know it’s here. Yup. It’s Campaign 2012, and we’re up to our knees. It’s getting

“You’ve got to start believing that your prayers are powerful.” I stopped. For days, weeks and months, I’d been taking this particular concern to Him in prayer.  How many times,

Backpacks drop. Shoes, they plop. Words rush and tumble, ordinary moments weaving, thread like, on the loom, shuttle passing back and forth. And then it comes. “They’ve abandoned us,” he