As someone who wrestles with anxiety, I know what it means to live every day with persistent worry. Instead of anticipating positive outcomes for situations in my life, I frequently fear...

Every so often a certain young man would arrive at my workplace to ask for money or for other assistance. Sometimes I willingly gave him money. Other times I did so...

My father gave our family a Bradford pear tree one spring many years ago. It hardly rained the summer following, and even though I was eight months pregnant, I went out...

As I wrote this devotional, it was exactly 34 years ago on Father’s Day that my mother and I stood by my father’s hospital bed to say our final goodbyes. Even...

A few years ago, a plant sprouted near the porch of our house. We didn’t know what kind of plant it was, but as it grew higher it looked as if...

When I was 14 years old, my father was in a serious car accident and suffered a traumatic brain injury. Some days he could barely walk because he was in severe...

“This one’s a firecracker!” the pediatrician said when my husband and I took our first child for her one-year physical. Extroverted and confident, Madison has lived up to that description ever...

Since my early mathematics classes, I have been intrigued by the number one. By itself, it is weak and powerless. Even when it is multiplied by itself, it retains the same...

Despite placing our phone number on a “do not call” list, my husband and I still receive multiple telemarketing calls each day. One day, my husband said, “What if we turned...

When I was eight years old, I remember helping my father search for his lost keys. As his frustration mounted, he asked, “Why is it that whenever you lose something, it’s...