The Evidence Of Your Journey

I have always loved the thought of wagon trains crossing the unexplored American West and arriving at distant destinations filled with the hope of a new beginning. I live in the Rogue Valley of southern Oregon where I hope to spend the rest of my days. The first...

A Sigh Of Worship

Yesterday, I found myself sighing. I let out one of those tired, depressed and faithless sighs that was long and overly dramatic. Jan heard my sigh and wisely said, “Why don’t you follow up that sigh with an act of worship?” I had been lovingly...