A Cold Day in Almost Heaven

We almost didn’t go. We almost missed out on one of the most fun family outings of all time. And I almost missed out on what might have been God’s purpose for my whole trip.

We had arrived in West Virginia, from which my family hails, the previous day. At most elevations, snow was on the ground, though just barely. Only two (more…)

To Serve or Be Served

I’m a very old-fashioned girl. My husband comes home from his primary job to turn around and commit his evenings to freelance work, so I try to do the whole June Cleaver thing: make myself look decent, have the house clean, have dinner ready to go on the table, and have his glass of tea poured when he walks in. I (more…)