Call On Him
I’ve always been the one behind the camera in our family—the one capturing everyone else’s moments. So, there aren’t many photos of me just being me. One Sunday morning at church, a friend’s son...
I’ve always been the one behind the camera in our family—the one capturing everyone else’s moments. So, there aren’t many photos of me just being me. One Sunday morning at church, a friend’s son...
Being a country girl, freeway driving has never been something I’m comfortable with. Add in a little road construction or an accident, and my anxiety level jumps up a notch or two. Recently, I...
My husband doesn’t leave the house early every day—only on mornings when he’s heading to our cabin by the river or going fishing. On those days, he slips quietly out of bed and moves...
My dad is eighty-four years old and still full of determination. He lives near me in a little country home and has been spending his days clearing a fence row that had grown wild...
When I was a little girl, my sister and I had an old metal teeter swing in our backyard. It wasn’t fancy—just two faded seats facing each other, a set of pedals for our...
A couple of years ago, I stopped buying bagged mulch for my flower beds. Instead, I began using what God was already providing around me—pine straw. As the pines shed their needles, I rake...