It was 1905. Seventeen-year-old Lillian Trasher stepped into the bustling editor’s office at a big-city newspaper…
Devotion
The Sweeter Delight
I sat on my bed in the attic of the little house in Nashville, wrestling with the reality that a lifelong dream was…
Stay Focused
There is an interstate here in Colorado that I really dislike driving on. It is busy almost all the time, and is…
The Water of the Word
One evening recently I went out onto our front porch to water the hanging plants. I had forgotten to do it the day…
Intentional Rest
There is a section in John Bunyan’s book The Pilgrim’s Progress that I have been thinking on quite a bit lately.
A Narrow Road
When I was eighteen, I read a book* that became a defining influence upon my life. It was a biography written by…