Several months after my husband of 29 years suddenly passed away, I moved from the Chicago area back down to southern Illinois. We had lived in this town eight years prior, and both of my kids still lived there. Since we had been very active in the local community and church, I expected to have a good support group there. However, after several months of no one checking up on me, no one inviting me anywhere, and no one to do things with, I realized I had been wrong. Read more...
The door is not wide open at Amy's work for initiating conversations about God. That's true of most workplaces. But after a year of noticing struggles in the lives of her fellow nurses and quietly praying for them, she gave them a very gentle invitation: Read more...
"I have a plan for my morning—run by the store to pick up a side for dinner and some dish soap, then head to a meeting. Read more...
How full is your DVR? I’m always fighting with mine. If I ever get below 50%, I get so excited. But, two weeks later, it’s right back to warning me that it might be too full. Read more...
When my husband and I moved into our apartment complex three years ago, I began to pray for God to open up opportunities to meet my neighbors. Matt and I would try to notice who was out and about and greet people, but it seemed that doors would often slam in our faces. Read more...
My friend Nancy and I had managed to squeeze in a bit of Christmas shopping before both of us had to be at work. Finished with our spontaneous little spree, Nancy turned onto my street to drop me off. That's when we spotted him. Read more...