When There Are No Words
“This is the life,” says a page of my photo album, surrounded by photos of grassy sand, a cute lighthouse, the white capped waves on
Let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus…
(Hebrews 12:1-2)
“This is the life,” says a page of my photo album, surrounded by photos of grassy sand, a cute lighthouse, the white capped waves on
In the middle of all the craziness of our Labor Day weekend, we slipped away to Promontory Point. Here, at this south Chicago outcropping into
I was out pacing the hospital because it was a quiet day, and I needed to get my steps in to neutralize the effect of
Fabric and Funerals, Flowers and Family, Finality and Photo Shoots, Finishes and Fresh Starts… Some weeks are packed with extremes. Good friends called to the
This Labor Day weekend is not one soon to be forgotten by our church, and hopefully never to be repeated. A week ago, we received
I am prone to worry. Two times recently I have been reminded of this. First, we flew to Kentucky in a little plane to take