My shells represent us—broken people. Often discarded as ugly, useless, and therefore unwanted, God showed me their beauty.

What if a ninja went tearing up the center aisle of your church and hammered down on your pastor with his sword? Pretty shocking, wouldn’t you agree?

I’ve been a pastor’s wife in a small rural church in Texas for twenty-nine years. Oh, the stories I could tell.

One stark realization we’ve had in our retirement dream is that what we imagine never happens the way we thought it would.

A friend and I were talking the other day about how churches have impacted us, and today’s passage in Ephesians 2:19 got my brain gears

When you put Simplicity and Solitude together and anchor them with prayer, this hub hold s all the other spiritual disciplines in our lives.