The God-Weaved Journey - Week 2 One of my favorite things to do is to browse through old photos - of family, my husband and I when we...

My God-Weaved Story this week: The image you see in the photograph is of a branch that fell this week from one of my most favorite trees....

Finding God in Our Everyday Moments What's your story today? What character are you right now? The triumphant one? The struggling one?...

Remember when you were a kid, and you'd stick your hands into gooey mud in a sandbox, or pull them through stretchy silly putty or...

What is Friends Sharing Hope? Friends Sharing Hope is simply a group of people united in three simple things: friendship, giving, and...

Dear God, I am lifting up this prayer of thanks to you. On this day when my heart is a bit heavy, a bit sad, a bit empty over the loss of...

I’ve been waiting for these for quite some time – these brilliant yellow bursts of sunshine that we planted about two months ago in our...

“But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you, and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria,...

1 Timothy 4:12 "Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in conduct, in...

Protagonist: 1. the principal character in a literary work 2. a leader, proponent, or supporter of a cause: CHAMPION (Merriam-Webster...

One of the greatest gifts I have received recently from the readers of my book is the gift of THEIR words. Here are some of them: “This...

Wishing you a Happy Easter week, hoping you are safe and well, and sending some thoughts that I hope will help you find peace. I think...

“I’m okay with people calling me crazy. They see me gathering sticks and leaves and branches and rocks, sometimes talking to them. But...

Bad days. We all have them. I had one the other day, and although nothing catastrophic happened, rather than being thankful for the good...

I heard the rumble of a car engine, turned and saw a blue boat of a car inch behind the line of cop cars. “Looks like Grandma is here,” I...

I woke up to fists pounding on the front door that winter morning, shouting voices, “Police! Open up!” Next, the scurry of Mom’s...