I sat in our backyard, my face buried in my hands. I was saying goodbye to the home where our children had grown up and we had lived for seventeen years. In an effort to be good stewards, we had borrowed against our equity, but our investments went south. Now the bank was foreclosing on our loan.

In March 1912, three members of Robert Scott’s Antarctic expedition sat huddled in an ice hut, awaiting death. On perhaps the final day of his life, Dr. Edward Wilson wrote these words to his wife, “Don’t be unhappy… All is well… We will all meet after death, and death has no terrors.

Don and Carol Richardson served as missionaries in New Guinea among the Sawi people.  The couple labored to shared Christ’s love with this tribe, but the Sawis resisted the mercy of God. Their culture didn’t value this quality.

The door flew open, and I dashed into the living room—not quite with the thrill of Christmas morning, but excited to see what the Easter Bunny had left. Then I spied my Easter basket, the contents immersed in pink plastic grass: marshmallow chicks, jellybeans, and egg-shaped malt balls. But crowning it all, the queen mother of Easter delights: a chocolate bunny.

Ever been required to memorize a Bible verse? Hope you didn’t attempt Esther 8:9. It’s the longest verse in the Bible. Instead, I recommend John 11:35, “Jesus wept,” for obvious reasons. It’s the shortest verse in the Bible. Yet packed in those two words, are some of the most meaningful thoughts in scripture. Because it shows how God responds to our grief.

Just when we think all is right with the world, the devil messes things up! For whatever reason, something’s not working properly with Amazon, in terms of ordering “The Perfect Savior.” I don’t know the problem, but here’s a solution. You can order directly from the publisher, Our Daily Bread, and it actually costs less!

While duck hunting on the north end of the Great Salt Lake, a forty-six-year-old man and his dog were drifting in a small boat. Stepping into the marsh, he left his shotgun resting across the boat’s bow. Apparently, the excited dog stepped on the gun, causing it to discharge. His master was shot in the buttocks with twenty-seven pellets of bird shot. Local police are calling the incident an accident, but the dog isn’t talking.

NOTE: This is a very personal blog post. It’s taken from the Preface to my newest book, The Perfect Savior. It gives you an insight into my heart.

Have you ever read a book and become so absorbed in the story that it absorbs you? This was my experience

One afternoon I volunteered to pick up two of my grandchildren from school. I dragged along their three-year-old brother, Olin, who all day long had been toting a worthless plastic toy, which he affectionately dubbed “Eggy-Eggy.” I strapped Olin into his car seat and drove to the school. That’s when a tragedy of immense proportion occurred—he dropped Eggy Weggy.