Embrace God's truth with our new book, The Lies that Bind
Embrace God's truth with our new book, The Lies that Bind
The Minneapolis cityscape was a blur as the train rattled along the tracks. I usually loved watching the…
Uncle Peter and I headed down the wooden walkway toward the ocean with our beach towels in hand.…
Bruce hung up the phone. “That was the cow buyer,” he said, turning to me and his kids.…
Out in the yard trimming a tree, I thought, Fred should see me now. We’d been married almost…
In the 1940s, trains were my father’s world. A machinist for the Southern Railway, he once surprised me…
‘‘Hi, Aunt Brenda! Thanks for the care package. Those brownies were delicious.” My nephew John was calling from…
Rip Van Winkle slept for 20 years in the Catskill Mountains. As a longtime resident of the same…
The call from the hospital came in the morning. Our son, Chad, had been in a terrible accident,…
That June of 2004, out in Portland, Oregon, Mother struggled with pneumonia. This was not the first time…
Today’s guest blogger is Tanya Richardson “I heard an angel expert on the radio the other night,” my…
My husband, Wally, and I had been sitting in the Pittsburgh airport for the last few hours, sad…
Mrs. Claus’s Message, Joan McGeorge from Pittsburg, Kansas I closed my eyes, as I always did, so I…
