Lord, how come I am walking on the broken trail again? I heard your small, still voice in the wind, “Child that path leads to the broken trail again.” I left your voice behind, And I walked straight ahead into the broken trail anyway. The old familiar pang of hurt and ...

Wives, with all of our women’s liberation and demands for equality, seemed to have lost respect for our husbands, and husbands have perhaps lost respect for what wives do to attempt to “bring home the bacon, and fry it up in a pan”–along with all of the other household chores ...

Some goodbyes are temporary, leaving us with an assurance that we will see a favorite place or cherished person again. Other goodbyes, we know, will be final. Some goodbyes are expected, even occasioned by happy celebration as positive changes occur.  Others are sudden jolts, seemingly coming out of the blue ...