When the Teapot Boils [Patricia Lee]

I never had a burning passion to write a book. Like a teapot simmering on a stove’s back burner, my idea to write a novel also sat.

Write a book? Ninety-some thousand words? I couldn’t imagine such a feat.

But the teapot on the back of the stove kept simmering.

A Mile in Someone Else’s Shoes [Sara Davison]

Have you ever had a pair of shoes that were so perfectly worn around your feet, so completely comfortable, that you never wanted to take them off or wear another pair? New shoes can be the opposite—uncomfortable and sometimes even painful. But often they are also beautiful, and it is well worth the effort to try them on, break them in, give them time to adapt and mold to your feet.

Our comfort zone is the same.

How to Love People Through Their Depression [Kelsey Norman]

Depression is a common illness, but it seems more people have experienced it since the pandemic began. It can be hard for those who don’t deal with it themselves to know how to support their loved ones who do. If someone you care about struggles with depression, here’s what you can do to help:

The Importance of Family [Kimberly Rose Johnson]

Family is at the top of my mind because recently, my husband and I made a huge life change. We moved from Oregon to Montana to help out my parents. As beautiful as Montana is, moving here was not on my bucket list. That being said, when the Lord tells us to do something, listening

[Bryan Davis] If I Should Die

“If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.”

As a pre-school youngster, I often whispered that prayer while covering my head with a blanket. Rumors of war, tornado warnings, or even a bump in the night would raise fears of death in my young mind. What would happen if I should die? Would I live on in heaven? Would God really take my soul to be with him?

[Starr Ayers] Love Letters

I can still hear the rumble of the mailman’s car and the screech of its brakes as it pulls in front of our house, the scrape of the mailbox’s rusty hinges when opened, and the hollow metal twang as it slams shut. As the car pulls away, I see my younger self racing down the drive, hoping to find an envelope addressed to me, a letter from someone I love.