In 2001, my husband was diagnosed with cancer, my uncle died, and my mother’s congestive heart failure took a turn for the worse. A few months later my husband began cancer...

I’ve always wanted to do great things for God — to change the world and to live a life that mattered. I didn’t want to have any regrets at the end...

Despite being raised by loving Christian parents, I began drinking at age 16. Soon after, I added drugs to the mix and spent the next 26 years in a stupor. When...

Several years ago, at the request of our small church, our minister led us through a Bible study that offered insight into energizing and growing our congregation and helping members to...

As someone who wrestles with anxiety, I know what it means to live every day with persistent worry. Instead of anticipating positive outcomes for situations in my life, I frequently fear...

Every so often a certain young man would arrive at my workplace to ask for money or for other assistance. Sometimes I willingly gave him money. Other times I did so...

My father gave our family a Bradford pear tree one spring many years ago. It hardly rained the summer following, and even though I was eight months pregnant, I went out...

As I wrote this devotional, it was exactly 34 years ago on Father’s Day that my mother and I stood by my father’s hospital bed to say our final goodbyes. Even...

A few years ago, a plant sprouted near the porch of our house. We didn’t know what kind of plant it was, but as it grew higher it looked as if...

When I was 14 years old, my father was in a serious car accident and suffered a traumatic brain injury. Some days he could barely walk because he was in severe...