I’d like to take us back to a scripture – a Psalm – a song – a praise – a reminder that no matter what I am facing – and no matter what you are facing – we are not alone. And not only are we not alone, but the One with us is able...

This verse slapped me across the face last week. I read it the day after I'd had a pretty bad day in my spirit. The good news is, I knew what I needed to do – run to Jesus. The bad news is...

There were many national proclamations for giving thanks. But it wasn’t until Abraham Lincoln’s Proclamation of 1863, that Thanksgiving took hold in these United States of America. It’s important to note that we were literally in the middle of our nation’s Civil War.

We showed up at the dealership and after paying for the repair, they escorted us back through a huge junkyard behind the dealership where they had towed the truck. It was against a fence at the very back of the junkyard. Just seeing the truck sucked us dry of every ounce of faith.

Heading south on Rt. 23, we saw our first rainbow. It was pretty. But at that point, we had no idea what promise God was giving us that day. After only 45 minutes our truckload became too much of a taskmaster for our rear tire and it gave up the ghost...

I recently read a memory-story of when my 3-year-old daughter was very excited about getting to visit her grandparents. She naturally asked “When?”, “Now?!” And we told her that we would be going “in 3 weeks”. And so every day, she would ask “is it 3 weeks yet?!”