When I was seven years old, I made my first photo scrapbook.

Caleb and Joshua, however, were courageous and wanted to lay claim to what God had promised to them and their families.

As I reread the unfolding story of Joseph, I was in tears all along the way.

When I read these words and think of my own life, I am amazed that the God of the universe is mindful of me.

On a recent walk, I noticed the sounds of the insects beginning to swell.

I just recently returned from my first international trip since the beginning of the pandemic.

We recently discovered the love letters my parents wrote to one another in 1944 -1945.

We had the opportunity to see God’s signs and wonders in the rescue of eighteen Christians from Afghanistan.

Almost twenty years ago, Jay and I packed our belongings in a Honda van with forty years‑worth of memories.

I have been helping Rebecca clean out her family home of 150 years.

I had another daunting task to handle. It was the cleaning out of my family’s home.

I attended a women’s retreat where I first learned about spiritual practices.

There is something about a vintage map that stirs my imagination.

I am obsessed with the liturgies that I have discovered in Every Moment Holy.

One day we were up in the attic when we discovered my grandfather’s old Corona typewriter

Recently I was scurrying around Peachtree Church attending to last‑minute details

One morning I thought that I would skip my time of reading John and then journaling.

I just celebrated another birthday which always prompts a bit of reflection.

In a recent staff meeting, our Senior Pastor asked each of us to share our favorite Psalm.

Recently when I started to launch our weekly Zoom session, I could tell my computer was locking up.