“How do I measure the worth of my life?” Writing now from a caregiver’s point of view, I’m coming to terms with new answers to that question.

All of us need encouragement, none more than I on that race . . . and this race . . . and every race!

Although there’s nothing new about evil, facing it fresh every day threatens to overwhelm us. The psalmist can relate. God understands.

Little did I realize that along with tears we’d have more than one occasion to laugh because of the strange rearrangement of reality that Alzheimer’s brings.

So much might have been be so different. But that thinking is a rabbit hole from which I’d never escape. I’m learning the peace of “We have this moment.”

When it comes to weeding, I’m afraid my thoughts go faster to the devil than to God. Reflections from a summertime gardener.

A professional actor reflects on a remarkable theater and the tragic figure who made it famous.

Golfers aren’t the only ones who make excuses (although they make plenty!). But anyone can break their excuse-making habit.

“God Bless America,” made famous by Kate Smith decades ago, really is a prayer, not a national anthem. More than ever, we can pray this prayer with passion this Independence Day.

Have we become interstate people, insisting that the best path between two points is the shortest? I’m not convinced that’s true.

“My grace is sufficient for you” threatens not to satisfy in our more-is-better world.

Whatever stress you’re feeling, whatever tragedy you’re facing, perhaps you’ll find encouragement here. All of us walk the path of the in-between.

Someone just asked me, “So what does it feel like to be75?” Since I’ve never been this old, I wasn’t really sure what to say. I’ll start with “I’m fulfilled, but not yet finished.”

Joy can be found if we look for it. This is as true for the accounting clerk forgotten in some corner cubicle as it is for the caregiver rising each morning to the same, sad routine.

The Preacher of Ecclesiastes knows something about the issues that arise when people get too worried about money. In our present economic condition, perhaps we all need the reminder that this ancient Preacher provides in Ecclesiastes 5:10-15.

Only in eternity will we understand the full impact of prayers offered by all the mothers of the world. They may not be as poetic as Hannah’s, but every mother’s prayers stir the heart and compassion of God.

We tend to look at forgiveness as a Big Deal. But making it a daily practice frees us for a better way to live.

There is a fairly new designation for people who are tired of church these days and it is called “the Dones.” Thomas might have been the first “done” of all time.

A journey of sickness, grief, faithfulness, and an astounding encounter with God himself.

He rode into Jerusalem on a donkey. A donkey! What message does that send to us today? Do we understand his message any better than those who saw him that day?