I often say that I don’t know how people live without faith—without Jesus, or without hope. And I mean that because hope is central to nearly everything in my life. Society uses the word hope casually and often. I hope this works out. I hope things get better. But do we pause long enough to ask what we really mean? Is that hope, or is it simply wishful thinking dressed up in polite language?
Recently, I asked a small group, “How do you mark the passage of time?” One person watches the sun’s movement through a window. Another relies on their dog’s daily..
“To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.” — Ecclesiastes 3:1 (NKJV)
When we hear the word “creative” most people automatically think of the arts—musicians, painters, writers, sculptors, etc. We have all heard those who say, “I’m not..
Aging isn’t a slow fade—it’s more like a nice steady rise to a life well lived. But let’s be honest: it’s not always easy. Our bodies change, our roles shift, and..
I was five years old the first time I saw it.
My story is not like everyone’s story. Not every child goes to a business college at age seven to learn how to type so they could become a writer. Not everyone had a..
One of the blessings of retirement is travel. Oftentimes we hold back during our working years thinking, “I’ll just wait ‘til I retire--then my bags will be packed.” I..
I’m not sure when I first thought “I want to be a nurse”, but by the time I was 15, the desire to go into nursing was simply part of who I was; it became a permanent..
I’m making a homecoming dress for my newly-minted highschooler. I don’t sew often, and it’s been a long time– maybe even since she was a baby– since I made a whole piece..
