Today is the birthday of one of my sons who has spent his day in Africa making preparations to move there permanently as a missionary.

As a writer or songwriter, it is a form of worship to write and/or sing a song to the One Who created the language of words and music.

Wow! God can give me the crocodile hide I need to enter the church as the pastor's wife. You may gasp?! A pastor's wife admitting…

Writing is an instrument of communication as is speaking. Our words are gathered and organized on paper…

I will wait for the Lord Himself to lighten my soul, for only He can. During the night, there is no human help available.

• God hears me, • God sees me, • God keeps His promises to me, and • God has respect/compassion for me.

The morning the freeze lifted, the sun melted the iced trees into sparking glass art! It was breathtaking…

In the midst of a winter storm, The earth is in heavy chill. “Shut-in” from the normal activities, time to “just be” and “be still.”

Notes organized on a set of lines Are the language of music in wait. Keys of ebony and ivory speak The songs our hearts will create.

Sharing an incredible resource I just found for homeschooling families - over 400 courses to choose from! I wish I had had this years ago!

It's easy to sing the hymn “I Am Resolved" and think we've found no charm in select and visible worldly delights. Usually we hear...

The words I penned tonight have no rhyme, but they have reason! Constricted with raw emotions -my heart. Released with pouring heat -tears

Brighten the Day! Little acts of kindness are big to the one who knows they’re thought about…AND to God Who sees every cup of water offered.

Over the holidays, the music room was gloriously busy and loud with family. From serious practice to playing around, music brought joy…

Only God knows where we are in our journey… There’s only One Book that holds wisdom… It is an Old Book for a New Year ~ it is God's Word.

"Christmas Eve" brings a sense of anticipation for Christmas Day. The objects of our anticipation vary as we go through different seasons…

“If Christianity doesn’t make a difference in your life Monday through Saturday, it is not authentic.“ -Elisabeth Elliot | The Test of Love

When we believe that He loves us… we can believe that all the bad stuff that has happened in our lives does not go unaccounted for…

True attentiveness stems from the heart, not from a “gotta do this to be a good Christian” checklist.

All this wraps up as a gift for all who are coming back home. Presence is a present.