Three Ways to Care for Friends Who Hurt

Our 4-year-old grandson Jackson is accident prone. Every bump and bruise has a story. “You should have seen it, Nana,” he said. “I fell off my bike and my face hit the ground before my hands.” One look at his noggin and I knew he spoke truth. He then pulled three...

An A-to-Z Guide for Lent

A      Acknowledge your desperate need for a Savior. “Therefore, just as sin entered the world through one man, and death through sin, and in this way death came to all people, because all sinned” (Romans 5:12). B      Be brokenhearted over your sin. “For I know my...

A Love that Pursues

I can still picture the water fountain where she went missing. Time hasn’t erased the horror. It was almost 25 years ago, and our first family outing after our youngest daughter was born. Melanie was a couple of weeks old; her sisters Elizabeth and Stephanie were six...

The Referee in Your Heart

  At a junior high girls’ basketball game, one of the parents in our eighth-grade fan section screamed at the referee and felt immediate remorse. “Time for a sucker!” she said. She popped it in her mouth and made a deliberate choice about who was going to...

Walking in His Steps Through the Holidays

It happens every October. I see Christmas decorations and slashed prices on almond bark, and I stiffen. Then commit. This year will be different. This season I will walk in his steps through the holidays. Because here’s the thing. I can get tripped up by Hallmark...