When we work on our spiritual condition...we create an environment that heals.

My hangup? Like so many of you, rest does NOT come easy for me. I like busy. I thrive on doing all the things. Yet, I’m no machine.

Because our cosmos is big enough for every voice ...I find it so very important to bring hope to those who might be living without it.

Twenty-five years have passed since that day, and I am still in awe of how God reached out to minister to my grieving heart...

Gradually it got easier. It helped that I moved out of the small town where people knew too much for my personal peace of mind...

My pursuit of spiritual strength involved countless moments like this that spanned years, decades even...

I clung to the top of the roof, crouched like a gargoyle, and shook. How was I ever going to get down? So much for being Daddy’s daredevil.

The burn in my thighs took me to Southwestern Virginia, deep in the Blue Ridge Mountains, with steep grades and a winding path before me.

We have arrived on the last Monday of June, how is it possible? 2021 is flying by...