As you may have seen in our earlier blog posts, Heidi Lentz and I enjoyed a wonderful visit with the Sutton family, winners of the In Our...

Dear Juli Anne, You don’t know it yet, but you will find peace in the middle of your storms .... Throughout my years as a mom, I would...

(An unedited essay by James Henderson III, as a fifth-grade student) “Oh my gosh!” my mom screamed in the car as my brother, Robert,...

I sat and watched my 18-year-old son shake in the hospital bed, his eyes rolling up and away. This time, it was only about 30 seconds...

by Chris Henderson I am at work, sitting at my desk, completing some medical records and Maverick City Music’s song, “Thank You,” starts...

Is there an item in your home that seems ordinary to others but holds deep significance for you? Sometimes, it is hard to explain to...

I love foggy days. They have a mystery about them. They can feel cozy and warm. They are hot coffee and beautifully lit candle mornings...

“There’s a protea in there! That flower is not an orchid. It has to be taken out.”