I was reading John Bunyan’s “Prison Meditations” tonight and these three little stanzas make a solid little sub-poem that I found very encouraging. We sell our earthly happiness For heavenly house and home; We leave this world because ’tis less, And worse than that to come. We change our drossy dust for gold, …
At first, I thought she was coming to coo over the baby. I was, after all, sitting in a hospital waiting room with a newborn baby peeking out from under his carseat shade. She meandered into the waiting room, looked it over, and made a beeline for us with an expectant look on her face. She looked at him. She…
In recent years, it has become exceedingly clear that God is teaching me to trust Him. Within the space of a few months, two of our boys had acute medical issues that could have been catastrophic—in the long run, it turned out that neither issue was that serious, but the symptoms were terrifying. In both cases, it took a few…