God is Our Unshakeable Rock and Strong Foundation
Whether they be the soft, misty hills of the Smoky Mountains or the towering peaks of the Rockies, a mountain has always lifted my spirits...
Whether they be the soft, misty hills of the Smoky Mountains or the towering peaks of the Rockies, a mountain has always lifted my spirits...
The Rocky Mountains have always captured my heart and gripped my imagination. My Uncle Ted had a ranch just northwest of Denver, and from the...
As a quadriplegic artist, I need the help of someone else’s hands whenever I wheel up to my easel. A friend must wash and prepare my brushes, pour...
My daddy was a master craftsman and a huge force for good in my life. As a child I would often watch him at work, in awe of his skill at just about...
If I had a “signature art piece,” it might just be New Life. I finished this butterfly study the year I turned 28, and many fell in love with it because of...
Many years ago, Ken and I had the opportunity to travel to Israel. We saw and did so much during our brief visit, but the highlight of our trip inspired me...
Often, we hurry by Thanksgiving, leaving our spirit of gratitude in the dust as we dash madly toward Christmas with all its demands and delights…
Hi, I’m Joni Eareckson Tada and years ago when Ken and I were visiting Holland, we also went to the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam. We spent nearly a full day...
I’ve seen it cross-stitched on wall hangings, displayed on bedside plaques, and blazoned across beautiful sunset photos on calendars. But Psalm 46 is not as...
Not long ago, I came across this image of one of my old pen-and-ink drawings. It was one of the first sketches I did back in the early 70s, holding pens in...