Hope Chest

I still remember the day Mom and I sang the hymn Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus as we drove to chemotherapy. It wasn’t just a song to her—it was her […]

Over twenty years ago, when our new home was just taking shape, we planted a tree. Little did we know that this small maple would become more than just landscaping

The smell of cigar smoke told me Mr. Earl was near, and before long, I could hear his loud mumbling. My gruff, elderly neighbor reminded me of Walter Matthau in

As the rain tapped against the windows, I found myself craving the comfort of Grandma’s kitchen: green beans simmering with potatoes and ham, the aroma of home filling every room.

Questions flooded my mind as I sat on my porch swing after a tough day. God, where are you in this situation? What is the lesson here? I want to

In our neighborhood, there was a man everyone avoided – gruff, serious, and never talkative. The neighbors always commented that they were scared of him. I knew there was a

Every holiday season, we climb into our attic, which we call “the black hole,” and do a thorough cleaning. It’s a scary place—we could get trapped in the mess and

Lately, I have been thinking about my tribe and who is in it. It seems that the longer we journey in life, the more we refine our circles; we grow

Life can sometimes surprise us with its sharp edges, can’t it? Those moments when trust breaks and our world feels like it’s falling apart. It’s a pain that can linger,