An old man told me a tale from second grade: One day his teacher. . . .

Help me to see each moment as a gift from You, so that I will not wait. . . .

Early on Easter morning, Jesus’ friend Mary Magdalene went to the tomb. She saw Him, and she. . . .

“It’s not fair!” Since I was a very young child, I have easily grasped fairness. It makes sense. . . .

When bad and sad things are happening all around us, we need a hiding place. Sometimes. . . .

These are dark times in our world. Part of me says. . . .