Finding out something unexpected (as long as it’s a good thing) is a lot of fun, and this spring, my husband Dan and I traveled to Wisconsin to visit my family roots. Plans were to visit the areas where both sets of my grandparents and also my mom and dad had lived....

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...