Sue Weaver

Some days life feels unbearably heavy. One accident follows another. Families lay loved ones to rest. Fire destroys our homes, our businesses. Corruption, cruelty, and sorrow seep into every crack. We bury our grief for the seventeenth time, only to have it rise again, like a scab torn open before it is fully healed. We try to move forward, but the ache clings to us like a shadow. And yet, even in the middle of all this, something keeps us reaching for purpose. Something keeps us believing...

“I’m not really good at singing, Mom.” I cringed at my daughter’s words when she appeared at my elbow one afternoon. She is indeed tone‑deaf. It was Bible School Week, and singing is always a huge part of the week. Before I could form a reply, Grace added, “But everyone has different abilities. Right, Mom?” I pulled her close. “And when did you get so wise?” A little child shall lead them. And so she has. Grace is eight, but sometimes she sees life more clearly than her mother. She figured it...

Do you believe in coincidences? Because I don’t. I have seen too many miracles to believe that life just happens. And sometimes a McFlurry and a large bowl of Whoopie Pies are God’s way of telling us that He is still in control. It was the beginning of a crazy week. We had things to do and places to go, and two of our employees were on vacation. And then Lukas had a bike accident. This time, unlike his older brother’s accident five years ago, the accident wasn’t caused by a potential...