Calling Them by Name
Fingers brush the baby soft brow as the scent of…
Fingers brush the baby soft brow as the scent of…
It’s not over. It may be the Easter season, and…
Six days before Passover, Mary of Bethany set aside her…
“This life is not what I thought it would be….
This last week, we celebrated Thanksgiving. I was considering writing…
A vibrant, crimson autumn leaf. The swish of my favorite…
Sometimes you can’t fix things. Time to be honest. Sometimes,…
Summer-time! And the livin’ is EASY…. …Nope! After a harried…
A common part of my morning offering is a plea…
She approached with trembling, the costly ointment cupped in her…