To a guest in our home, it is simply a plain gray chair in the corner. A chair situated by the window with an old, faded 'Home Sweet Home' pillow. Uninviting and unimpressive. To me, the chair is where I meet Jesus before the sun rises each...
Having woken from a bad dream, my child climbs into bed with me seeking comfort at 2am. I can’t remember the last time I’ve slept through the night without interruption, and I’ve got the dark circles to prove it. Thank you, Lord, for the gift of...
The look on my son’s face said it all. What had been a wonderful family day was being overshadowed by a disappointment that to others might seem minor but to him meant everything. Before he could stomp up the stairs and stew allowing the cloud of frustration...