Lost Does Not Mean Forgotten

Lost Does Not Mean Forgotten

Recently, we went on our annual RV trip and headed to Colorado and the Black Hills of South Dakota. The highlight of our trip was this fantastic place called Sylvan Lake, a perfect spot for swimming, hiking, kayaking, and family fun. In the middle of the lake, there...
Look How Much You Loved Me

Look How Much You Loved Me

I saw my first olive tree this fall, and it was different than I expected. The sign by the old tree identified it as an olive, but I looked and looked and only saw about five olives on one little branch. They were hard to see, but when I stopped to search, they indeed...
Rhythms of Renewal

Rhythms of Renewal

“I do not know what this day holds, but no matter what, I trust you.” When that is my first thought as I wake up in the morning, I feel like I am home again. My feet are walking on solid ground with my God, worry is far, anxiety is not a thought, and my...