A study of Francis Chan’s book makes me wonder how willing I am to seek and submit to the Spirit’s power every day.

I’m bringing tender plants inside to escape the winter freeze. It’s something like what all caregivers do.

There’s no advantage to calling your situation worse—or better—than it actually is. Admitting that is the first step toward dealing with your current problem.

I’ll never forget the video of the listless child—and how her father described her, and what this shows me about my Father’s love.

It’s okay if you feel like you need to educate God the next time he gives you an assignment. But after you tell him everything you think he needs to understand, go ahead and do what he asked you to do. You might just be witness to another of God’s transformational miracles!

Closing verses of Paul’s letter to the Colossians offer us practical advice for relating well to those who don’t follow Christ.

Even though we may feel overwhelmed by the burdens of grief we see all around us, we can extend the grace of Jesus to the mourners in our lives.

The service I’ve chosen brings me satisfaction. Is that wrong? And if not, when might serving be more about me than those I’m serving?

“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.