It started out with mild inconveniences. Curious sudden rashes, red eyes, and loss of appetite. But it quickly escalated into something we couldn’t put our
It was a heartbreaking sight. The wild turkey had dashed onto the road, frantically scurrying its skinny legs in a sprint for its life as
Sometimes worship comes by way of weeping in the pew. When the broken enter the sanctuary of God on Sunday mornings, they do so, perhaps,
“Nights of watching and days of weeping have been mine,” Charles Spurgeon wrote, “ but I hope the cloud is passing.” These were the words
Dear Pastor, I had the honor of visiting your church this past weekend and was warmly welcomed by your flock. We managed with ease into
Anyone who has battled depression can tell you that relief is a welcome mercy from God. Yet, as much as the relief is welcomed, it