For more than 10 years, I kept a painful secret. I told no one—not even my wife, Ronda.…
Guideposts celebrates its seventy-fifth anniversary this year. We’ve been looking back at stories that mark important events during…
One of the most frightening signs that there was something seriously wrong with me were the voices I…
I could hear the inspector cutting into the walls of our half-finished, handcrafted log home, muttering under his…
For five years, I’d been dealing with the fears as best as I could: prayers, books, Scripture, retreats,…
“Team Ria will find the loot!” my niece Regina declared. She brandished a compass and a journal, items…
There I stood in a small classroom at church, about to make a fool of myself. I was…
My husband, Jim, added another pill to the pile of meds on the kitchen counter. Ever since my…
In my mother’s room at the memory care center, I dug through the clothes piled on the floor…
If there was a way to capture the essence of my mom, Naomi, it was through her cooking.…
Something brushed my hand and I stirred awake. There was my beloved grandpa Kegg beside me. He was…
Midnight on New Year’s Eve. I was in a rental car in Denver, Colorado. My 10-year-old son, Rylan,…
