O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed ...

Recently I told you a bit about our vacation earlier this month. I shared about the historic sheep ranch here and here and about the beaut...

I lift up my eyes to the hills— where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth. He will not let y...

Yesterday afternoon I drove a few miles toward the freeway to meet our son and daughter-in-law and their three boys. They live a bit more th...

Sometimes in our lives there comes a time when we can stop and spend time with a special friend. In moments like that it almost seems as if...