How My Four-Year Old Was Christ to the Homeless

“Mommy, can we go to the store and buy food for people who don’t have a home?” I was taken aback by my daughter’s request as we pulled out of her preschool parking lot. “Of course. Let’s do it now,” I said.

Independence or God’s Mercy; How a Childhood Longing Revealed What I Value

But yet, whenever we drove into town, to church or to school, I was drawn to those fields we passed in which a lone tree stood, firm and spreading in the center of the flat space. There was usually just one tree and although the farmland engulfed everything around it, the tree was often strong and substantial in size.

When You Feel Like a Monument to Your Pain

We were never meant to be hardened creatures, simplified reminders of the despair in the world. We were sculpted, with all our complexities, to be living, moving images of the beautiful God who made us…