Hope for the Hurting

Heartfelt Prayers of a Little One
I love the prayers of children. They are so honest. They don't sensor their thoughts or hide their fears. They don't aim to impress nor do they worry about their vocabulary or what people might think. It is the prayers of my own children that moves me to consider that...

Peace in Obedience
Today when I was in town and standing in line waiting at a store to use the Kodak picture maker, I watched a mother and her child. They had on the same white shirt with black sleeves. The child’s hung freely around her waist, while the older woman’s shirt hugged every...