Dear Judy, We’ve just come from the church. There you were, lying asleep. Scattered around were flowers sent by folks who cared. And everywhere, photos of a happy, smiling you.

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBloggerHe’d laid it all out on the sofa, pants draping nicely, shirt just so and the cap–oh, the feathered cap placed carefully at the side. Then, with monkey pillow pet

It was a rare occurrence. With every account caught up, I stood at the counter, mixing cookies. Grinding oatmeal in the blender, I smiled, thinking of the boys’ delight. They’d

“Why can’t I ‘get’ this thing?” And here, I name it. But there’s more: “I’m lonely; isolated. You know I’m a people person, and for the last few years, I’ve

It wasn’t quite a full-blown grin, but it came close. They’d just straggled in from the bus, my youngest two, plopping shoes, coats and backpacks in an obstacle course through

It’s a joy to watch him. Up and down, back and forth he runs for two solid hours, including commercial breaks. In a move that utterly frustrates opponents, he throws

Taking the mike, he begins to pray. To intercede for one who not there; for the boy who lies in a hospital bed in another city, another state. His number

In the brief encounters we’d had there where creativity flowed, the smell of fresh-ground beans filled the air, and lovely pressed-tin ceilings towered, she’d become a trusted mentor.  Dispensing words

“Dear Mr. Schrock,” read the notice. “From the sounds of it, your kids are killing each other by the light of the Christmas tree. Which, of course, they’re supposed to

How many times had the enemy whispered this in times of defeat to the children of light? How much havoc and devastation had he wrought in the hearts of those