And There is Peace

What a privilege it is to be your girl. I sit on my porch swing listening to a cacophony of birdsong and wildlife praising their Creator. I watch the leaves on the trees and the grass in my yard dance in the flow of the wind. As I worship and fill myself with truth...

After the Storm

We sat in bleachers watching my dad’s softball game at fields surrounded by corn fields on the west side of Slater, Iowa. It was hot and sticky with a subtle breeze that teased of rain. I was nine years old and to me baseball was boring, but it had gotten us out of...