I’ve been a bookworm since the day I was born. How could I know such a thing? Simple: Because my mom said so. She loved to tell her friends I was born with a book in my hand. And maybe she was right. After all, some of my best childhood memories revolve around books — combing through the shelves at my hometown library; spending all day tucked away in my room, lost in another world brought to life on the page; and even working as a student librarian during my high school years

Ever have a worship song hit you right where you're struggling? If you're walking through doubt or need a reminder of God's goodness, this post is for you.

It was one of those gloomy mid-December days when the clouds hang low in the sky and a chill settles into your bones. I sat on the floor...

Psalm 121:2 My help comes from the Lord – the Lord who made heaven and earth. Several weeks ago, a dear friend of mine blogged about...

Some of my favorite memories from childhood are of celebrating Independence Day in my little Midwestern hometown, West Frankfort,...

... even though I lost my earthly father on that terrible day, I still had a Father, and oh boy, what a daddy He is.

Being a writer, I have a great imagination – and I’m particularly good at imagining all that might go wrong.