Years ago, my mom had a sudden, unforeseen, and devastating stroke. In the whirlwind of hearing this news, rushing to the hospital to be at her side, and the surgery that ensued. . .

If you’ve ever spent an evening around a crackling campfire, you’re familiar with its inviting warmth and captivating flames. You also know that before you walk away from it for the night, . . .

As autumn takes its place in the seasonal calendar, colors begin to emerge across the landscape. Brilliant reds, golden yellows, burnt oranges and deep burgundy appear next to evergreens in a glorious celebration of chromatic diversity.

I love the story of Jesus walking on water. His disciples are in a boat, trying to cross the Sea of Galilee amidst some sizable winds and waves when they perceive a ghost walking towards them on the water.

We all thought spring was coming. This winter in Minnesota had been a walk in the park compared to the record-setting snowfall of the previous year. We hadn’t seen more than a dusting of snow all season—