By Grace Alone

This morning I was thumbing through a journal that I wrote the last time I went to Ethiopia. Since so many of my friends and family will ne...

This morning I was rolling a skein of yarn into a ball as I was listening to contemporary Christian music stream through my Echo device. Th...

On Monday my 16-year-old son obtained his restricted driving permit. He has been driving with me for two years and back and forth to school...

Every day I wash somewhere around 400 eggs for my son's egg project . Some days I actually find it a relief to go out to the egg washin...

Two years ago our family started out on what seemed like a simple mission project: to buy a small number of laying hens, to provide those...

His name is Renato, and he was three years old. His eyes radiated joy, and for my daughter who has spent the last two months in Haiti, he s...

Sometimes people comment on how my writing feels real to them, and to me there is no greater compliment. I haven't always been that way...

Sometimes I wonder if God puts situations in front of us for entertainment value—His, not ours. Or maybe my jokester brother is up there i...

I have an aversion to numbers, a problem I discovered when in my high school algebra class. Even though I understood geometry quite a bit b...

This morning as I was getting out of bed, I was thinking about how to spend my spa gift card that my mother-in-law and father-in-law ga...