I am familiar with hiding. Apart from the normal game of hide-n-seek, my cousin and I often invented other hiding games. We invented imaginary giants to hide from in my grandfather’s barns. If we chose to play cowboys and Indians, one group would hide. …
Continue reading →My son is twenty-five years old, but there are still times I get emotional talking about what life was like during his first ten to twelve years. …
Continue reading →Gentleness is sometimes translated as “meekness.” We often think of meekness as weakness, but they are not the same thing. Being gentle or meek is to act with humility, using restrained behavior in our interaction with others. As we talk to other people about our faith, God wants us to do so with kindness. When we take on the nature of Jesus, we take on His gentleness. …
Continue reading →It is at stressful times in life that a message of encouragement can come in like a fresh breeze from heaven, lift my spirit, and fill my sails to move again. Those precious words touch my heart and feel like love. …
Continue reading →Today, our world fights against an unseen enemy, the coronavirus. The thought of this viral army, whose microscopic soldiers lie in wait for a victim, produces panic and fear. But what if the spiritual realm has…
Continue reading →Have you ever had a very sick child? Or maybe you found out your child was diabetic, deaf, blind, autistic, or have some other type of physical disability. Since my son was premature, he didn’t hit developmental milestones on time. He was taking his time crawling; he did more rolling to get where he wanted to go. When we felt like he should be walking, we held his hands while helping him stand. But he did not want to do … Continue reading →
Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. ~Hebrews 13:2 NIV “Excuse me,” I said to the stranger who had leaned his full arm on my shopping cart. I thought about elbowing him, but I refrained. I was dealing with grief. My mother had just died, so I knew my emotions were raw. Our home Bible Study group wanted me to make chicken stew. I was painfully aware I couldn’t phone Mom for advice, and … Continue reading →
Did the world take notice that not even a pandemic stopped Easter Sunday from coming?
~Glenda Shouse
Continue reading →It was in 2013 that my husband, Jim, succumbed to cancer. I would love to tell you that after my husband died that countless people rallied around me, as a new widow, to help me in such a brutally hard time, but they didn’t. Apart from my parents and a couple of close friends I was on my own to navigate the choppy waters of grief. …
Continue reading →To my three-and-four-year-old children, superheros were as real as Charlotte the spider who lived on the back porch, and I was not permitted to sweep her web away in case she wanted to write a message. The Easter Bunny lived in the neighborhood—my children had seen him. Sure enough, Gilligan was going to teach my children boating skills—as soon as he got off the island. And Mr. Rogers certainly would bring Lady Elaine and Daniel for a visit soon. …
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