As we rounded the corner to look into Piazza dei Miracoli, we caught our first sight of the Leaning Tower of Pisa. It was so surreal – almost an out-of-body experience. I couldn’t believe...

My 18-month-old had chronic breathing issues and required doctor visits 2-4 times a month. And now we were to be without health insurance. I remember specifically telling God that HE would need to be my daughter’s “insurance”...

I’ve just finished a very emotional week. And by the end of it, I was asking God why I can’t seem to “control” my emotions – why it didn’t appear that I had any power to do so. I also don’t have any power to make others do what I want them to. And it appears...

In John 21 Jesus asked Peter some questions. When I studied this, Jesus gave ME 3 questions. And I found a seed in my heart of a tare, a weed of destruction that needed to be ripped from my soul. And as I honestly saw this, I cried out “Oh No, Lord!"

Don’t you hate it when you have to get up in the middle of the night and in your effort to find the light switch, you inevitably stub your toe, or worse, trip over something? And so for lack of a nightlight, find yourself hopping on one foot trying hard not to scream obscenities in the night?

Before I get to the song – to the praise, I need to be reminded that this is not an easy-peasy praise. Paul is writing this letter from a Roman prison – his second imprisonment, for which he was awaiting death.