My desktop is a snapshot of where my week is. There are the bibliographies under construction for two papers, the papers themselves (with...

As we begin our journey to India tomorrow I wanted to take a moment to thank a few of our partners that have sown so intentionally into...

As our seasons continue to change in so many areas of life I thought it would be nice to switch gears for a post and have a guest...

You are not alone, and your inexhaustible Father of infinite resource and of boundless grace calls you... meet Him in the middle.

Torah’s book, Shemot, or known in English by its translators as the Exodus, is rich with accounts dramatic and tender of God’s mercies...

For decades as a working mother who had been raised by a working mother, time was something managed by everyone and everything else...

The twelve year old girl huddled into the bow of their little boat as her father sped against harsh winds back to the marina. The small...

Who would know? She promises anonymity, and pleads. “You must let me have this!” Her eyes peered intently into his, both with urgency...

“And you, Bethlehem Ephrathah, little among thousands of Judah, out of you shall come forth to Me a Ruler in Israel whose goings forth...

The belly-sick feeling of the loss of a loved one…the anguish of wrongs done by a partner…the heart freeze of bad news…tormenting...

At 2:00 that Friday afternoon, the train was full. Surrounding me were young moms and dads, strollers laden with toddlers and groceries,...

Sitting in the salon chair, Bart doing his usual bang-up job (a shameless styling pun) I once again had a familiar anthem in my head....

What child is this, who laid to rest on Mary’s lap, is sleeping? The beautiful Christmas anthem may have described some good sleeping...

When I incorporated a ministry, the idea of “Commission Fields” was in my heart. Many have asked, “What’s a commission field, anyways?” ...

I've only had the blessing of one live full term birth, but I will never forget the experiences of pregnancy, labor, delivery, and those...

Why I Do What I Do When Abbie entered junior high, I fought anxiety. Her childhood years were more natural to me as a children’s...