Let us live with intentional gratitude, seeing God’s fingerprints in both the broken and the beautiful. The story is not over—the bloom still unfolds.

Even in the waiting, we can rest in God’s faithfulness because what He promised may not be here yet, but it will come soon.

Today’s post is a challenge from a friend to write a short story about my day, with each sentence rhyming with a word in the previous sentence…

It is peace I find at the end of the day that draws me to my back porch, …

A handwritten note. Phone call. Text message. A cup of coffee shared between friends. These are not trivial gestures…