When I was growing up, every Wednesday night was Pioneer Girls. My sisters and I would load up in the station wagon and off to church we would go. While my mom was upstairs at choir practice, we girls headed downstairs to our Pioneer Girls groups. We would spend the...

This weekend as I have taken some time to honor and appreciate my earthly father, I find myself taking a moment to appreciate the fact that God refers to Himself as my “Father.” In the Bible, God clearly acknowledges Himself as Creator, King, and Ruler over all. He...

My heart really goes out to Moses. There he stood at the edge of the Promised Land, the land flowing with milk and honey, the land God had specially chosen for His people, begging for God to let him go in. After braving confrontations with Pharoah, leading the...

Dr. Bob Rotella is a sports psychologist who for years has helped top athletes achieve success. He stresses the importance of addressing the mental aspect of competition. Because many times problems with performance have little to do with an athlete's physical...

This week as I was reading the twenty-third psalm, I started pondering what the words mean to me personally and specifically. I have found it helpful to take a psalm and turn it into a personal prayer.  The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. When God is...

At the center of Michelangelo’s famous painting on the ceiling of the Sistene chapel is his depiction of the Creation of Man. Adam reclines on the ground, languidly putting forth a drooping hand while God stretches toward him purposefully. The finger of God and the...

One reason I’m glad I live in Kansas is because I get to feel the changing of the seasons. Just when the summer heat is getting totally unbearable, the air cools and the leaves change and the brisk days of fall make their entrance. Then comes the frigidness of winter...

“Working together with Him...” (2 Corinthians 6:1) When our son David was little, he loved to imitate his dad. None of his older sisters had the same innate longing that he had to be like his father. As a toddler, he would take his little plastic lawn mower and follow...

The year: 1985. The place: a friend’s living room. The event: a Christmas party for our high school youth group. We all sat in a circle on the brown shag carpet, about fifteen of us, excited for our white elephant gift exchange. When it was my turn, I anxiously...

I sure am glad the disciples asked Jesus how to pray, so His words could be recorded and we can use them two thousand years later. “The Lord’s Prayer” is how I start most of my days. It helps me begin the day with the proper perspective - giving God glory, asking for...