Sometimes God provides more than one excellent traveling companion.

In the middle of the night, the young child was healed. Why?

I’m wondering aloud, again, "When will I ever learn?"

Many are the times I've asked God to bless my messes.

At my graduation ceremony, the valedictorian likened our lives to riding a roller coaster.

How could they ask that they remove Jesus from their writings? How could they?

My cheers have turned from “Go Steelers!” to “Go God!” and I’m not sorry.

Some days I wake up just having to write something for or about God - like today.

We never know what lives might be touched by our stories posted here.

Oh, the life of a writer, I grinned. "Is it any wonder some think me rather odd?"

Grandma was so wise. Hers was a simple faith and I'm glad she passed it on to me.

Like many of us, the mockingbird embraced a song that was not his own.

C.S. Lewis said Jesus was what he said he was or a madman.

Each day, I seek His will and ask that He use me in some small way.

Sometimes, I've made unwise decisions and then asked God's blessings on my messes.

My crippled car and injured knee have held me hostage near my home.

As she cleaned, folded clothes, or stirred the soup, Mrs. Lescoe taught me to pray.

Why should our talks with God be any different than our talks with friends?

Anger bubbled inside him; he glanced at the dashboard and saw the symbol that defined him.

As I drove away, I thought that Mrs. C should be front-page news, not black mold stories.

Some people hide behind seasonings, especially ones they consider religious seasonings.

A fictional story about the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, as told by a donkey.

The therapist asked her patient, "Would you like to go hunting with me tomorrow?"

He was my first love, and I carried His picture everywhere.