She was short and stout, and her face showed her years. Hair was tied in a scarf, and the wind blew her skirt around shoes made for those...

“This is too hard. I want to quit.” Those were the words I said to Dave last night. Even as it left my lips, I knew I didn’t mean it. I...

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At times I’ve wondered why the Psalmist wrote that Got puts all our tears in a bottle (Psalm 56:8). I thought about it again recently, as...

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