Knit Together
Hi, I’m Joni Eareckson Tada, and I have a group of friends who deal with constant pain. Now, you might think this group could be a bit of a downer, ...
Hi, I’m Joni Eareckson Tada, and I have a group of friends who deal with constant pain. Now, you might think this group could be a bit of a downer, ...
Hi, I’m Joni Eareckson Tada, and I know this for sure: God does not merely feel for you when you hurt; He doesn’t only empathize and understand. No, when God ...
Hi, I’m Joni Eareckson Tada with an old hymn that I used to sing with my sister JayKay on the farm: There is a balm in Gilead to make the wounded whole; There is a balm ...
Hi, I’m Joni Eareckson Tada, and when you’re going through cancer, friends make all the difference. Like, when I was in the hospital for cancer surgery, and I came home, wheeled into my bedroom, and I was stunned? My regular furniture had been ...
Hi, I’m Joni Eareckson Tada and I do love my friends. You know, friendship happens when two people discover they have more in common than they thought; or that there is a shared interest that draws them together. CS Lewis says that ...
Hi, I’m Joni Eareckson Tada and sometimes, friends will fail you. It’s gonna happen; you count on it. Yes, I have had friends that have failed me, and it is always hard because you love them. And because they are friends, you depend on them, you ...
Welcome to Joni and Friends where old geezers are our friends! Let me tell you about one of those old geezers. I’m not sure where that term comes from, but it sure describes this guy. And here’s ...
I’m Joni Eareckson Tada, and the other day I was feeling a little low, and so I called my friend Vicky. Because she’s also in a wheelchair, and she understands my low points, and she always seems to be able to direct my thoughts back to God. Before long on the phone we ...
I loved my coworkers and the Joni and Friends culture, but something was missing...I came into Joni and Friends with no prior disability ministry experience...
My mom, Lindy Eareckson, may be long-gone to heaven, but not a Mother’s Day rolls around that I don’t think about her and the ways she made our house...