Lisa Bain

I noticed the elderly man sitting alone on the bench, his hands covering his face. I had finished making hospital visits and delivering care boxes and was enjoying the nice […]

I am reflecting on this Easter weekend. We will sing about it on Easter morning and be humbled together by the love that set us free. God is up to

I sat in my prayer closet, picked up my journal, and turned back the worn pages. Tears had blurred the ink in some entries, other pages contained barely legible scribbles—the

The tuna sandwich came on a lunch cart, and Mom fought hard not to drift off into sedated sleep when she saw it coming. She looked forward to that cart

It was the last Care Box delivery of the day, and I knew it would be the hardest. The earlier visits had been somber as I delivered boxes to those

I’m amazed at how a photo can bring memories flooding back in an instant. Sights, smells, feelings, and conversations. This photo popped up on a social media memory—and yes, I’m

Emily sat quietly, with Mabel’s paw resting in her small hand. After a few minutes, the young girl leaned in and gave Mabel a big hug, wrapping her arms around