I’ve noticed a quiet order woven into Creation, a ladder of glory stretching from the dust of the earth to the throne of Heaven. Our God sits above all things, eternal and uncreated, speaking galaxies into existence with a single word. Beneath Him are the...

We were cut from the same stubborn cloth, chiseled from the same hardened stone, and hadn’t spoken with the other for over a decade—an unfortunate byproduct of the anguish he had wrought upon our family, especially Mom. Such resentment grew to levels a young mind...

When the world besets a heavy heart, He reminds me that He is still there. It does not take much—a mere answer to a plea, enough to alter the course of a life forever. I have seen my prayers answered in ways that felt nothing short of miraculous. Outcomes that should...