This post is by Victoria Duerstock.

And the people, when they knew it, followed him: and he received them, and spake unto them of the kingdom of God, and healed them that had need of healing. And when the day began to wear away, then came the...

This post is by René Bancroft.

"I just don't have the time."

It is an all too common sentence in our daily life that brings about temporary relief when we haven't done something we want to do or that we need to do.

I was recently...

This post is by Karen Bozeman.

I have a friend who saves loose change. Over time, Greg filled a large water jug by steadily saving his spare change. During the recent coin shortage, he decided it was time to put these nickels, dimes, and quarters...

This post is by Patty Lewis.

List making is my thing.  But, lately I’ve been pondering whether or not my obsession with it is healthy:  driving myself mad and becoming very overwhelmed by all the things there are to do and...

This post is by Cheli Sigler.

I am a thinker. I love Bible study because it grows my faith and stretches my brain. My prayer when I was a public-school teacher was “As my students’ minds sharpen, may their hearts soften.” My...

This post is by Christina Painter.

My morning routine has been all over the place since our nation was swept up in a global pandemic. School was cancelled for the rest of the year (at least meeting in person was) and suddenly I found myself...

This post is by René Bancroft.

I still marvel at those who call themselves “morning people.” I have never been a morning person. I’m more of a “wake up in time to go to brunch” kind of person, yet...

This post is by Joanne Wu.

Every night, I go to bed with the goal to start the day before my kids wake up.  But almost every morning, I am woken up by my two youngest kids who sleep in the same room with me.  This past week, however, I...

This post is by Jennifer Hong.

Little drops of water

Little grains of sand,

Make the mighty ocean,

And the pleasant land.

So the little moments,

Humble though they be,

Make the mighty ages

Of eternity.

So begins the poem Little...

This post is by Rachael Gilbert.

It was official, I could no longer see my ankles. I had entered my final trimester of pregnancy and due to my pre-eclampsia, everything from my eyelids down to my pinky toes looked as though I had been stung by a...