While recently traveling in San Francisco, we were able to visit the Golden Gate Bridge. During our first visit, which was in the morning, the fog was so heavy that it was difficult to view the Bridge in its entirety (refer to the photo on the left). Regardless of how hard we looked at it
I was sitting in the optometrist’s office when I got the news. “Glasses”, he said. Tears filled my eyes, and I leaned into my mother. I felt silly, crying as a teenager over something as simple as glasses. But I was devastated, and the struggle was real at an age when image mattered. My mom
2026
Hello everyone! We are now in our 15th year of ministry - all glory to God alone! As you can see on our website, we’ve written a lot of devotions over the years. This year,
