My mother loved St. Patrick’s Day. I dreaded my first one without her.
I was totally prepared for my trip to the Holy Land. Or so I thought.
Our vacation was nearly ruined by a breakdown. Could prayer get us there and back?
Back at church, years after giving it up, I wondered if I'd still feel welcome.
My late husband was a handy man, but he never got around to fixing one thing…
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