Hands—they really do tell a story. Calloused hands usually mean hard work that stains the palms, and the fingertips have callouses. Dishwater hands—they can look chapped and show a tender red color. One day, my mind began wondering about the hands of Jesus. Not the...

When you’re twenty, 50 years seems like such a long time. But the months and years have waved goodbye and the special milestone my husband Daniel and I had been reaching for finally arrived. August 11, 1974, was now August 11, 2024, and five decades were behind us as...

Growing up without wearing glasses, I do remember some friends in early elementary school who wore them—Evelyn, Roger, Freddie, and Freida, to recall a few. No one in my immediate family wore glasses, but when I was ten years old, I remember my mother getting her...