After our routine fall screenings, the stern school nurse placed a typewritten note in my hand for home delivery—I needed a professional eye exam. I had no idea I had an issue, and neither did my parents. I wasn’t sure what it all meant, and I was concerned. But turns out, it was a good ... Read More

Two summers ago, Dad passed away. Mom suffered a literal broken heart, and followed him into Eternity less than four months later. Then a cascade of events happened that nearly ... Read More

Sometimes I wonder if parents have a special love language toward their children. I’m talking about how good it feels to give them a gift, to help them fulfill a dream. Nothing much like it in parenting, I think. Even Scripture says all parents want to give good gifts to their ch... Read More

June always conjures up memories of the dry heat of a Kansas summer. Until I started traveling more as an adult, it was the closest thing I had experienced to a true desert. Somehow Dad loved summer harvests: the bright sun, with wind like my convection oven, and the challe... Read More

For me and my siblings, the idea of mother and prayer are inseparable. The four of us heard about God’s love first through our mother’s bedside prayers. She prayed throughout her entire life, and we were frequently the subject of her thanksgiving and requests.   [click_to_tweet twee... Read More