It was two weeks ago today that word came via Grandma Schrock that a brother-in-law and sister-in-law were on their way to a far-off hospital with their own boy, small,

In my opinion, there really is a striking resemblance between my husband and the movie star, though the similarities pretty much end at the neck.  Mr. Travolta, for instance, flies. 

Someone asked me, and rightly so, “Did the your local doctor actually hear anything?  Was she wrong?” No, I don’t think so.  I absolutely believe that she heard a loud

Such have been the themes of my heart for the last four weeks and change. Yesterday we got our answers, for that’s when we loaded the tribe in the BMV

“Am I God of the universe?” He’d said.  “Yes, You are.” “Am I omnipotent?” “Yes, You are.” “Is My arm shortened, that it cannot save?” “No.  It’s not.” “Am I omniscient?”

My way. I paused over number three, that particular thorn in my flesh that’s persisted now for months.  “Commit thy way…”  The answer, I knew, was coming.  I’d committed it

He continued.  “It’s not that the others couldn’t have done very well without me.”  But, he said, “It was real disappointing.  I felt like the disciples on the way to

Much living happens down below in the valley and in the daily struggle to ascend to the heights.  There’s little glamor there, one knows, in the sweat and toil, in sun’s glare

To this mother who had a rare opportunity to lie abed for just a while longer, it may as well have been a brass band that marched through the kitchen