“I wonder where heaven is,” Dad sighed. Then after a brief pause, “What do you think it’s like? I know that I have had hope for all these years!” Dad and I sat on his patio in...

By Lisa Morrone, PT— Today’s Truth Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. My soul is downcast within me; therefore...

By Kelli Parisian – Addiction affects each family member differently. As a mother, it was my job to protect my child; so, delivering my youngest daughter to a behavior modification program a thousand miles from home both...

The cross around her neck reminds her that it was God who protected her. For nearly nine years, “Jessica” (not her real name) was on the payroll for what she calls an “equal opportunity destroyer:” addiction. “I...

By Hala Teeny – While driving to Seaside to get coffee, I saw a man in a wheelchair on the opposite side of HWY 101 waving wildly at each passing car. He was wearing a Santa hat...

By Alexis Apel – According to Donna Lee, being present in the moment and enjoying the time you have is learned through age. She is 82 and has lived an extraordinary life. On each finger she wears...

By Lorraine Pestell– At some point in our busy lives, I expect we’ve all asked ourselves the question, “Do I Live to Work, or Work to Live?” This expression is designed to get us thinking about balance...

By Maryann Ehmann – Turning 50 was not my most favorite birthday. Even the lavish surprise party my family threw did not save me from my slump. Increasing aches and pains, unusual insecurity, and a heightened sense of...

By Lori Kempton – This past week, I was quietly minding my own business when my phone started dinging over and over. It is set up to make a particular sound when someone sends me a Twitter...

By Kim Chaffin – A green thumb I have not. I have found that I can keep a cactus alive and with a streak of luck I have kept an African violet alive for just over a...

Excerpt by Connie Cavanaugh – As I drove away from the church, it hit me once again how I had come full circle — from darkness to numbness with an exciting interlude in between. I felt hopeless...

By Lynn Mosher – Last year, I read a post and the last sentence made me think, “And the empty pot awaits, ready for a fresh batch.” It reminded me of the story of Stone Soup. If...