As we approach Easter, I want to see Jesus like the characters in the old Bible stories who were climbing sycamore trees, reaching out through crowds to touch His robe, flocking to the hills to hear Him speak. Leading up to Easter, I long to see Him everywhere. I...

One of the kindest gifts that God gives us is that who He is never changes.   When my husband's health got tricky this past fall, at some points, the most accurate thing I could say is, "I know God doesn't hate us." While that may sound dramatic, what I meant was, His...

When I think of my daughter, I wouldn't want her to give me a canned answer when she is scared or trying to find her way. I'd want to talk with her about it, so we could peel back the petals together.   I think this is what talking to God can look like, and in my mess...