I know a person’s home reflects as much about her tastes as it does her place along her journey, but I was hard-pressed to imagine the wh...

Ever since my ninety-three-year-old father-in-law moved in with us a few months back, I've been witness to the mysteries of memory a...

 My journal entry for May 2005 included this verse from Psalm 71: I will come with the mighty deeds of the Lord God. I will make mention ...

The lure of sunshine, adventure, or a new job can motivate you to move, but once the day clouds over, the foreign becomes the familia...

My husband and I usually go to our respective corners, coffee in one hand, Bible in the other, for our morning devotions. We’ll pray togeth...

The Green Door The town I grew up in outdid itself in providing wholesome opportunities for its kids. Each summer the school bus ma...

“The second journey begins when we know we cannot live the afternoon of life according to the morning program.” –Brennan Manning ...

Wild Mama cat's nest-she didn't oblige for the photo shoot  Citron-colored eyes shadowed the striped face peering from unde...