Late winter can be a time of waiting as we well know. We’ve just come off the sugar high of Valentine’s Day and it’s now

I’ve been accused at times in my life of being a fence sitter. You know, someone who doesn’t choose a side on a topic, but

I used to have a remarkable memory. When I was maybe seven or eight years old, I lost my library card in my messy room.

Paul’s opening sentences in this thirteenth section of his letter to the church in Corinth got me thinking this week: What would the church look

As I look back on my growing up years, I always cringe when I think about my time in middle school. I’m not 100% certain,

Our family started watching a new TV show the other day on Hulu, well new for us anyway. The show is part game show, part

In the movie The Lion King, grown up Simba is struggling to find his way as he processes losing his father when he was very

I’m a really sentimental person. All of the ornaments on my Christmas tree at home have some history, some memory associated with them. I have