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It was my fourth funeral in four months. As I sat in the pew listening to familiar hymns, I was reminded once again that life is filled with loss. There’s no avoiding it. No one gets out of here alive. As author Dan Moseley wisely put it: “We love created things. And because we love what is not permanent, we are guaranteed to lose.” Whether it’s a job, a loved one, a beloved pet, or our own health, the things and people we love in this world won't last forever. But there is

Her eyes were tear-filled as we approached each other for an embrace. “I’m not happy, but I’m filled with joy,” she said. It was ...

I thought I had it mastered. Motherhood, that is. It was my job—and, honestly, it became my identity. Thankfully, I wasn’t in the trenches alone. Many had blazed the path before me, and I hung on every word of their lived-out wisdom. I’ll never forget one season when my stubborn preschooler turned getting dressed for school into a battlefield. That was until a wise friend offered a simple, 6-word piece of advice, that involved footed pajamas, an elevator, and calling a 3-yea

Overgrown flower beds, cluttered closets, dirty windows – that time of year is upon us. Our response is often spring cleaning. While it’s refreshing to tidy up our surroundings, I wonder if we shouldn’t also take time to clean up our insides. Do we ever stop to do spring cleaning on our hearts? Intentionally. Prayerfully. Humbly...

Google, Facebook, random blogs, the person in front of us – we often trust them without questioning. In fact, much of the information ...

The image remains etched on my mind. Their hands gripped tightly together in a circle as they proceeded down the aisle. The coffin ...

It was cold. My paws felt frozen to the cement patio even though 16 of us were jammed together for warmth. Summer was the opposite ...

Instead of getting a birthday gift, the guest of honor was asked to give one – her costumes back! Her days, or shall I say dances, were ...

They were walking. I couldn’t believe it as I passed them by at what seemed like lightening speed. It was the final mile of the Walt ...