Prayers

I still remember the first time I stood at a graveside, watching the earth settle over someone I…

When my grandmother passed, I remember standing at the graveside, unsure of what to say. The pastor spoke…

I still remember the first time I placed a crumpled bill in the offering basket as a child,…

There is a moment in every believer's life when ordinary prayer isn't enough — when the soul reaches…

There's something sacred about the turning of a page on the calendar. I remember one particular May morning…

There's a particular kind of exhaustion that comes from fighting a battle no one else can see —…

There is a moment many believers know well — the feeling that something invisible keeps blocking the door.…

When the room goes quiet and the casket is closed, words often fail us. I remember standing beside…

If you have ever sat beside a sick cat at 2 a.m., or watched an outdoor cat slip…

There's a particular kind of frustration that comes from standing in a room and forgetting why you walked…