The crackle. The scent of the burning logs. The cozy warmth. [Insert contented sigh here.] Recently Joe and I spent some time at a lakefront cabin near the Shenandoah Valley in Virginia, and we were reminded just how much we…
We received the call that my friend had passed away. My mother and I hugged one another, prayed for her family, and went to two separate rooms of the house, each to experience our private grief in the ways necessary…
Several years ago, one of my nieces spent her summer playing the role of Mary Magdalene in the Black Hills Passion Play in Spearfish, South Dakota. The outdoor amphitheater included a setting where the audience could watch as Jesus climbed,…
Easter. Resurrection Sunday. We call it by different names for different reasons, but for the sake of ease throughout this post, I will refer to it by the most commonly used name, Easter. My use of this term will reference…
I recently read a devotional taken, in part, from the book Winning the War in Your Mind, by Craig Groeschel. I haven’t read the book, so please do not write me about endorsing a book by someone I know little…