1. Count your troubles, name them one by one. Begin at the breakfast table, to anyone who would listen, and as soon as possible thereaf...

My children cry, a lot. We tell them to stop. Big boys don't cry. But -- Jesus cried. The manliest man wept. The king of glory groaned...

Yesterday, a dear friend sent me a letter I wrote to her from long ago. I had forgotten about this letter. On brighter days, we often f...

For one reason or another, Emeth talks about heaven a lot. His fascination with his future forever home is intriguing, and so endearing t...

If your soul need some lightening today, these two videos might draw the curtains and brighten your darkness a little. They are stories abou...

I am a mother of two young children. Most days, my head hits the pillow and sleep come over me like a crashing wave. Sleep washes away t...

When God walked among us, Jesus loved children. He was always patient, always kind. They often interrupted and asked a lot of questions an...