If we’re open to it, God can use even the smallest thing to change our lives… to change us. It might be a laughing child, car brakes that need fixing, a sale on pot roast,...

I know the well of my maternal incompetence is deep but I am determined to siphon up a calm and breathing hope for him.

Why do you believe in God?” the woman asked me in the busy corridor. I don’t remember the answer I gave. It was probably too long and rattled in her ears. I wish I could...

It was a whisper in the soul, a lump in the throat, and an echo in the deep and hidden places of the heart. It was the hope that we are loved, truly loved, and...