I wanted a daddy who loved me—a daddy like my friend Wanda had.
He held her hand, sat her in his lap, and said her bedtime prayers with her. I wanted that.
And while I did have a father, he wasn’t that kind of daddy.
My father didn’t drink every day, but when he did, Read more…
Sometimes God reveals the majestic in the mundane. For me it was a cup of coffee. A rocking chair. A calm canal…
The sea breeze untangled the knots from my weary nerves as a choir of birds sang revelry to greet the day. Myrtle bushes bursting with fuchsia blossoms splashed vibrant color across the sandy landscape, while the occasional jumping fish performed acrobatic feats for an audience of One. Read more…
Have you ever felt unseen or insignificant? If so, keep reading…
One summer my family and I traveled to Yellowstone Park and Jackson Hole, Wyoming. One of our goals was to see as many unusual animals as possible. For us that was anything other than a dog, cat, or bird.
During the entire trip, we were on the lookout for moose, Read more…
Hi friends, did you know I have been writing devotions for over 25 years! So I’m changing it up a bit. Starting April, 2026, my devotions will release on the first and third Tuesdays of every month, rather than weekly. Thank you for sharing them with your friends and encouraging them to sign up! It means the world to me! Read more…
Let today’s devotion prepare your heart for Easter…
Suppose I knew ahead of time that the people who cheered for me one day, would sneer at me five days later. That the people who showered me with praise one day would hurl insults the next. How would I respond to the accolades, applause, and admiration of others on a Sunday…if I knew those same people would turn their backs on me and shake their raised fists at me the following Friday? Read more…
He ironed. I watched.
I stood in the door frame of my guest room, watching my nephew Jonathan iron the wrinkles out of his crumpled shirt and the creases out of his crumpled heart. He’d stopped by for a visit on his way to a wedding in my hometown, and his clothes were a mess. He ironed and talked. Read more…
Have you ever asked, “God, what do you want from me?” I have. And then I delved into Jesus’ conversation with the Samaritan woman He met at a well and realized I had been asking the wrong question altogether. Pull up a seat and let’s listen in.
This woman had been cast aside by five different husbands and was now living with a man who was not her husband. Read more…
I was in college when I first eyed my husband. He was sitting on the floor at a friend’s Bible study gathering with his back against the wall, dressed in scruffy jeans and a red flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up his muscular forearms. His thick brown hair and chocolate-brown eyes left me weak in the knees.
And the best part was that this handsome hunk of a man had a tattered Bible in his lap. Read more…
Redheaded Sarah was my five-year-old Steven’s babysitter one chilly December night. It was our practice to read the Bible before bedtime, so Sarah opened the well-worn pages to pick up where we had left off in Nehemiah 7 –the long list of family names that returned from Exile to rebuild Jerusalem. Parosh. Shephatiah. Zaccai.
She stumbled through the names as both laughed and giggled at her attempts. Read more…
I went to bed, pulled the covers over my head, and had a big ole pity party. Once again, I had been rejected…come in second place…told I wasn’t quite what “they” were looking for. The scarlet letter loomed large. It wasn’t an A like Hester Prynne’s in Nathaniel Hawthorne’s book I had read in high school, but a big fat R that I chose to wear when life turned ugly. Read more…