There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens

I read about a mom who was surprised to see her daughter muddy from the waist down when she walked in the door after school. 

I simply wanted to share the well-known poem "Footprints" or "Footprints in the Sand" by Mary Stevenson.

Several years ago, Diana Gruver wrote a book titled “Companions in the Darkness" that looked back at church history and found depression in some of our greatest leaders. 

I have enjoyed going over the I AM statements in the Gospel of John. 

As some of you know, my mom has been in the hospital since last Wednesday with a brain bleed. 

I’m still learning to grieve in a way that leads me toward Jesus instead of isolation and going through it alone.

So much about our Christian faith goes beyond our understanding.  Doesn't it?