My doctor warned that if I refused to give up one of my favorite activities, i.e., walking for exercise, when I got older I wouldn’t be able to walk at all.

In their world, which is replete with dangers, the little mammals will not survive without help and support from their clan members.

What’s missing for you may be a spouse, a baby, a dream job or a much-desired award. For some, what’s missing is a good relationship with a child, a friend, a sibling or a parent.

The baby the shepherds ran to see would become the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world.

Salespeople on TV sometimes say, “But wait! There's more!” Well, I need to say that here because there is more. What makes this story so...

After I had finished my list and put it away, I remembered two more things that I worry about but had forgotten to record, so I rushed...

   At her recent memorial service, Woodland Hills Family Church Pastor Rex Childress said, “She never lost that sparkle, did she?”

Now one program on my laptop even lets me delete stuff out of a photo. Power lines intruded on many of my landscapes. Erased!

Here’s what one atmospheric scientist says about it: “When the sun shines behind some cumulous clouds, you see a bright outline along...

I would not have that attitude. I would want to see it before I give my opinion. Is it too small? Too institutional looking?

Such are the layers of God's love. One is not enough -- no, He gives more petals, creates more richness and beauty for us to relish in.

In her first book, “Hitting Pause,” Thompson alluded to the pause button on our many devices. Sometimes the only way to find a silent moment

For over two weeks, those of us working in the building each day dutifully placed our outgoing mail into the U.S. Postal Service box...

The card came at the perfect time, and this was the last card and Scripture she received before losing consciousness.

This treasured book communicates to me how fast life has changed in only 80 years.

Does your favorite cookbook tell you how to remove feathers and down from a duck?

I had never sat and chatted with a person with one leg before. I had never even thought to thank God for my two legs.

I wipe fifteen to thirty of them away with a damp cloth, to their drowning demise – down the drain . . . at least a hundred times now.