My mouth dropped open as I heard chef-owner Daniel Humm of Eleven Madison Park Restaurant explain in a television interview why he closed his restaurant for three months to completely remodel it, gut the kitchen, re-do the...

By Nancie Carmichael – “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me: I lift my lamp beside the...

By Nancie Carmichael – “I cried out to God with my voice…And He gave ear to me.” Ps. 77:1 We can get pretty complicated about prayer. After all, the thought of communicating with the Almighty, Creator of...

By Nancie Carmichael – I am keenly aware this Father’s Day that I am the same age that my father was when he died. Although he was a man of few words, he taught me three profound...

By Nancie Carmichael – These days everyone can be their own reality star through YouTube, FaceBook, Pinterest, or Instagram. We read books on how to maximize our potential, to be more, live more. I’ve done my share...

How can Christmas be so wonderful, yet so agonizing all at the same time? I lay wide awake at 2 a.m., trying to think: Did I drink too much coffee? Was it the dark chocolate almonds? Why this...

“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any...

By Nancie Carmichael – My mother-in-law, Betty, is 91 and lives near us in an adult foster home. Sadly, dementia is stealing the twinkle and feisty spirit from her blue eyes. Most days she sits with three...

By Nancie Carmichael – After my mother passed away several years ago, I carefully packaged the pain away into the box of sympathy cards, clippings and remembrances. Now many years later as the fragrance of Easter lilies...

By Nancie Carmichael – “If possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.” Romans 12:18 As the election grinds down, I will frankly be very happy to have an end to all...

By Nancie Carmichael – Home again. We stumbled in the door, weary from the two-day trip back from Southern California. Bill engineered the kids from the outside, giving them suitcases, sleeping bags and miscellaneous loads of whatever...

By Nancie Carmichael – Lately I’ve been captivated by the lives and writings of the early saints. Three of them, especially, are speaking to me. I say “speaking to me” in that I am reading their writings,...

By Nancie Carmichael –  “A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove, but the world may be...

By Nancie Carmichael – What quickens my pulse now is the stretch ahead rather than the one behind, and it is mainly for some clue as to where I am going that I search through where I...

By Nancie Carmichael – There was a story on Good Morning America this morning on the latest beauty craze—how to make your hands not look like your mother’s hands. It seems you can do all kinds of...

By Nancie Carmichael – Funny how some things stick in your mind. I was 23 and a young mom of two, and my husband had recently accepted a position in a church. I was a very unwilling...