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.

I’m a different person in my grief. I’m a different person because of my grief. I’m a different person without Sawyer here.

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...

The power of the question exists all around us...would we have any of these modern conveniences without...questioning?

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.

Writing is a tool for freedom. Through the regular application, you can find a new lease on life.

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