It’s the dead of winter. Flower beds are forlorn and forgotten, trees are stripped to skeleton sticks and the landscape is zipped up in a...

We wonder if the birds knew? Did they anticipate the arrival of the Savior? The stars knew He was coming. The Wise Men knew. The animals g...

This solitary flower still blooming in mid November holds an intimate love story in its petals. Created beautiful enough to stop a casua...

“Let us throw off every weight and run with endurance the race marked out for us.” Hebrews 12:1 We’ve all been running a lot this su...

“Leftovers” … that’s what the salesperson called them. The scraggly end-of-the season flowers left in a corner at the local gardening sto...

Thirsty Early each morning before the sun wakes up the elephant ears are still cradling little liquid jewels. They are nestled in the v...