Sixty is the New Forty

By Jane Thornton 

Sixty is the new forty, right? That’s what I like to tell myself, anyway, as I begin the final approach to fifty. This philosophy would put me in my twenties. That sounds right since I like to keep a young, vital self-image frozen in my subconscious, avoiding mirrors that remind me of its frailty.
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Ask

By Khristy Hullett 

I went to the grocery store tonight. I usually moan and complain about the chore, but I usually don't mean it. I love having everything put up—a place for everything and everything in its place and all that. My pantry and fridge are full at the moment, just waiting for my family to come along and deplete them. I don't love the laundry, but I love putting the folded clothes in my kids' drawers. I don't love cleaning the house every Thursday, but I love the feeling when I'm done—the house smells clean and fresh, and everything is spic and span. I don't love changing the sheets every Friday, but I love slipping under clean, neat covers on Friday night.
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Who Do You Say I Am?

By Marty Norman 

Easter is just around the corner, the time that Christians all over the world celebrate Jesus’ victory over death and sin.  Because of his sacrifice upon the cross, we are blessed to receive his resurrection power with the coming of the Holy Spirit.
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The Just Shall Live By Faith

By Rachael Sales 

The Bible lets us know that faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen (Hebrews 11: 1, KJV) and that without works, without action, faith is dead. (James 2:20. KJV) A faith-filled life is therefore one that demands the courage to go against the evidence that is seen to believe the unseen of what God is saying. In essence it takes great courage to walk by faith and not by sight, because it will mean defying physical evidence and doing it out loud for all to see.
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Just Me

By Khristy Hullett 

Shaunti Feldhahn's "For Women in Only" came out in 2004. When I first read the book, I'd been married over 10 years. I thought I had a pretty good idea about what men thought. I read the book on a road trip and spent the entire journey asking my husband, “Is this true? Seriously?” To every question, he replied, “Yep, yeah, yeaaaah.” And then he'd look at me, his expression telegraphing his disbelief that I didn't know that. The whole experience underscored to me that no matter how much I think I understand  men, I'll never be able to truly get inside their head. That worries me some as a wife, and it worries me even more as the mother of sons.
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