Every Believer’s Loneliness Ministry

Every Believer’s Loneliness Ministry

Loneliness. Every school day of my childhood I saw it written on Dad’s face when Mom, my siblings, and I hurried out the door. Even now, I close my eyes and can see him sitting in his wheelchair at the kitchen table, sipping coffee through a straw and waving...
A Path Chosen For Me

A Path Chosen For Me

I tend to do a double take every time I see a stroller. There are lots of baby joggers that have similarities to medical strollers and wheelchairs. Medical equipment is looking a little less medical lately, at least to me. So when something catches my eye, I am...