When I was a little girl, maybe about seven years old, it was decided that I would go stay with what we called my "town Mama Granny" for a week. Everyone agreed it would be a (...)
I remember the first time I asked for details in a prayer and God knocked me off my feet in surprise. He cared even about the little things
As a graduated homeschool student, one of my interests was a desire to work for myself. Looking back, I realize all the lessons I learned would never have been possible if I (...)
The more I travel and meet people the more I see that I was really blessed in my home life. My parents loved each other, instilled in us self-discipline and homeschooled us (...)
Last month, Nathan returned to the mountain of Papua New Guinea and walked among the Kumboi people. He was a teenager when he was last there.
Every day as I sit here working at No Greater Joy I am profoundly aware that God has been preparing me—beginning at my birth in a Jewish home to over 40 years in business, i (...)
Two of the fondest memories I have of my Dad were made in the early morning hours, when he didn’t know I was paying attention.
I picked up a little toy boat that the children play with in the pool and shoved it over to the desperate mouse. He climbed aboard to the cheers of Penelope.
My parents put us children first. They used each opportunity that was given to them to mold us in love, and now with their faithful example I am striving to do the same.