Why does God allow life to get so incredibly dark before He shines through?
Four reasons to quit writing and why I still do.
Tonight, I want to talk to you about something I’ve cared deeply about for a long time. . . loving those who are tough to love.
Back in the old farmhouse, Grandma kept a cactus garden. A clear Rubbermaid tub about two feet by three feet and ten inches deep was home to a small log cabin, a china woman, a forest of cacti, and one precocious brown plastic squirrel.… Continue Reading “Small World”