A flower that stops short at its flowering misses its purpose. We were created for more than our own spiritual development; reproduction, n...

Excerpts from Parables of the Cross by Lilias Trotter. Look at this buttercup as it begins to learn its new lesson. The little hands of t...

Lilias Trotter, a journal entry , 20 December 1927. "I am come into deep waters" took on a new meaning this morning. It...

Lilias Trotter, The Miracle of Cana (13 February 1910) The prayer of a lump of clay. But thou art making me, I thank thee, sire...

Lilias Trotter, Wings of the Morning (2 May, 1914). The pen on the desk is kept clean and filled with ink. The pencil is kept point...

Dear friends, our family is learning to swim in strange waters. And the learning consumes all of our effort and limbs and souls. Our people ...

I recently realized that the first letters of Hans' name and my name make a sweet word. H and I make "hi." I don't know wh...