His coming offers the promise of hope to everyone who will obey him, even those who feel Christmas is for someone else.

This Thanksgiving I’m choosing to concentrate on the people—so many people—encouraging me on every step of the journey.

More than those in any generation, in spite of our unexpected burdens, we should have hope. All our experience with God tells us he will win in the end.

A visit with old friends was wonderful. But it pointed out to me the diabolical dilemma of loving someone with Alzheimer’s. She’s there, but in many ways she’s gone.

Morning by morning we remember our needs and repeat our prayers. With the psalmist, we go to God because only he can help.

I needed a friend to help me cope with my guilt about what I was feeling.

“Fill my heart with joy,” the psalmist prayed. He knew the only source for the surest way to find what he needed most.

‘Nothing new’ is my report for the week, and I’m quite happy to write about it.

Fight my enemies? A second thought may help us see how relevant this psalm is for our personal situation.

Let me be glad about how I have shown
my resilience
at coping in ways I’d not known.

Before we take our laments to God, we need to give him ourselves.

As we’re forced to face one finish line after another, I have no choice but to get better at it.

The psalm follows a familiar pattern: lament followed by praise. But then it shows us something more: Include others in our laments.

Two sets of experiences, two adjectives, and one helpful conclusion.

"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" What we have experienced, Jesus has said.

If one picture is worth a thousand words, maybe a gallery of pictures from birthdays past can give a hint of all I was feeling this year.

Only when the psalmist concentrates on what God has already accomplished does he find resolve to lay today’s problems before him.

Accommodating change is our weekly challenge. I know this. Why does it still shock me?

The Psalms can help us discover the beauty of “but” for our everyday prayers.

Would we call it sad, this survival scene
with two people
who once recklessly pledged their love
for each other?