It was a quote that came through my news feed. Where many inspirational thoughts evoked laughter or comfort or fuzzy, warm feelings, this one struck like a bullet. “If we

In a tiny chapel ‘neath skies of blue, we’ve gathered. There, where hawks ride the thermals, circling high above ridges; there in the place where Nowhere begins, it is quiet,

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBloggerAfter a brutal, crushing winter, summer has come to our small, American town. Up and down Main Street, flowers bloom, splashing color, dripping happiness from hanging baskets and overflowing boxes.

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.

It was a small letter, but the difference it made was big. “The patient recently sold her hose.” Wait. What? I looked at what I’d just typed. House. She’d sold

Indiana summer is here. After a brutal winter that kept us huddled indoors like so many houseplants, the sun has returned, and the corn. If it’s possible for one’s whole

I’d not heard it before. It was a new one for me, and I knew right away I was an expert. Procaffeinating. That was the word. Procrastinating while caffeinating. And

I’ll just say it plain:  I’m in a quandary, unsure of what to do, which choice to make.  Even The Mister is uncertain; doesn’t want to say, “Yes, I think you should,” only to

If anything could bring it on, a trip through the checkout lane was it. One stopped off, thinking that all she was getting was groceries for the week. Instead, what

It happened a couple of months back. We were talking, Mister and I, with a friend about our Saul-turning-Paul’s journey. God had heard Mother’s prayer for a “Damascus moment,” and