Our land is called “Rock Hill Farm” because of its 
never-ending supply of large stones. These stones have proven to be a nuisance over the years, but they have also given...

My friend invited me to be one of four groomsmen in his wedding. After arriving in America, I was taken to a shop where all the groomsmen were fitted for our...

Because of a job change, my husband and I uprooted our family. We moved from our beloved home in Missouri to Houston, Texas. We knew that we would miss not only...

Several years ago my church wrestled with the prospect of building a new facility. Our location on a corner lot downtown prohibited expansion, and parking was limited. Our congregation could not...

As a child, I was often frightened at the setting of the sun. Whether we had electric power or not, when I looked through the window at the 
disappearing sun, the...

My father worked most of his life at a racing-horse farm in upstate New York. An exercise rider and jack-of-all-trades, he had a special affinity with the horses he worked with...

I love to sip a cup of coffee while I read The Upper Room and spend time in quiet prayer. As I reflect on this daily ritual, I realize that since...

Over 200 steep steps lead to the Sacre Coeur Basilica in Paris, France. My daughter Caroline and I climbed those steps to visit the church, located on a bluff overlooking Paris....

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. That saying is meant to guard us from the harshness of words. In reality, however, we all know...

My husband and I often played boules with our children on holidays. The object of the game is to roll larger, heavy balls across the ground toward a smaller target ball....