When Ken and I turn off the freeway and drive toward home down Topanga Canyon Boulevard, the traffic always slows a bit near Stony Point, an outcropping...

I spend a lot of time in my wheelchair thinking about God. Really thinking. But as much thought as I put into reading God’s Word or studying Bible doctrines...

I challenged myself to convey a lively welcome through what could have been a stagnant still life painting of a wreath on a door. I did not merely stop...

Growing up around horses, I knew a thing or two about their traits and athletic abilities. You can catch a glimpse of that in a watercolor painting...

Every day begins with a choice. Will I choose a bright outlook or a gloomy one, a contented spirit or a miserable one, a pursuit of God or a pursuit...

As a child, summer days meant tent-camping with my family among the sand dunes of the Delaware Shore. At night, we would make our campfire by the ocean and sing hymns.

There was a time when I spent hours every week at the easel, painting and sketching. I did it for enjoyment, but I also pushed myself to improve...

When I started to seriously consider the lordship of Christ in my life, I wanted to get rid of everything that reminded me of my “bad old days...