Seated toward the back of a spacious waiting room in Mayo Clinic, Shelley and I looked up simultaneously as a blurred figure buzzed by our chairs. A middle-aged woman steered her motorized wheelchair at top speed in a perfect arc around the outskirts of clustered...

The room was chilled, but Jay* was not. Singing a soft tune, his caregiver wiped his feverish brow and helped him pull the blanket aside from his bony frame. When he opened his eyes and saw us standing near his bed, the grimace of pain etched on his face faded into a...

Shelley and I recently spent several weeks in Minnesota for her scheduled return to Mayo Clinic. Long hours at the clinic left her exhausted, so we didn’t venture out much for extracurricular activities. The highlights of our trip were the divine appointments God set...