Move to Where You Can See

Move to Where You Can See

The story of Zacchaeus is one we’ve grown up with and heard a hundred times—it even has its own catchy song. But as I was revisiting this story one day, I saw something in it that I hadn’t seen before. (Don’t you just love it when the Spirit steps in and shows you...
Red Lights

Red Lights

I stopped at a red light this morning. Not yellow. Not green. But red. The gentleman behind me was not happy with my decision. Granted, we were both turning right. And in our home state, turning right on red is permissible—after stopping and after making sure the way...
Seeking . . . Laughter Amidst Tears

Seeking . . . Laughter Amidst Tears

I’ve just returned from the edge of the ocean. In Heaven, there will surely be oceans. As I stood there on that edge, toes washed by the ever-changing line between liquid and land, eyes gazing out over fathomless depths of wonders, I began to understand . . . to...
Simply Grace . . . and Granmon

Simply Grace . . . and Granmon

She was my husband’s grandmother. At ninety-six, she was the reigning family matriarch. And now, she is a newly arrived citizen of the kingdom of heaven. Today, her eyes—no longer weak or dim—gaze upon the face of her Savior. Her feet—no longer stumbling—walk softly...
Simply Grace . . . and Simply Sweet

Simply Grace . . . and Simply Sweet

It’s that time of year again. The time of roses and romantic dinners, of heart-felt sentiments scrawled across heart-shaped cards. These cold, mid-February days find us in love-struck celebration of all things sweet. But the sweetest of sentiments aren’t those found...