Anna Maria Jarvis is the founder of Mother’s Day in America. Her mother always believed there should be a day to commemorate mothers for all their hard work. During her mother’s Sunday school class, she
Read moreA Mother’s Love

Anna Maria Jarvis is the founder of Mother’s Day in America. Her mother always believed there should be a day to commemorate mothers for all their hard work. During her mother’s Sunday school class, she
Read moreI remember it hung on a doorknob. My parents believed in corporal punishment. They thought the Bible taught it, and they believed and practiced the Bible’s teachings as they understood them. They never abused me,
Read moreWhen you think of a mother’s love, what comes to mind? Kindness. Patience. Gentleness. Goodness. Love. Perhaps, like the poet Strickland Gillian in his poem, “The Reading Mother”, one thing stands out above all
Read more“Whether you think you can or think you can’t, you’re right.” – Henry Ford Have you ever tried to do something you didn’t really think you could do? Me neither. Why is that? Are we
Read moreSick in a Foreign Land “Samantha.” My voice wasn’t even a whisper. “Samantha. Help me.” The door to the bathroom was cracked, but there was no way Samantha could hear my weak cries for help.
Read moreLord, Why can’t we see that peace is better than conflict, that love is better than hate, that following your way means giving up our way, and daily we’re to live like you? Why
Read more“For the time will come when people will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears
Read moreby Nan Jones My heart ached for peace. The days had been long. The nights longer still. Deep in my spirit, I heard the Lord’s delicate whisper calling me to come, be still, and remember
Read moreWhen I was a young boy, I had a favorite tree. It stood in the front corner of our yard, south side, close to the culvert next to the highway. Its low branches made it
Read moreSometimes God won’t leave well enough alone. It hadn’t been a week since I’d been wronged when, out of the blue, He began meddling with my emotions. After all, I wanted to wallow in self-pity
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