God is in front of us like a boulder in the middle of the highway. Do I usually see and recognize His plan? No, I do not. My husband and...

Some of us do this thing when life is hard and there’s nothing we can do about it. For whatever it’s worth, I, Pat Durmon and retired...

On my way to town, I drive past houses where smoke from chimneys curls upward. It’s comforting to watch the updraft. I suddenly recall...

Rain had fallen for days. Puddles, all over the yard. The days had been dark and cold. I could feel it inside my body. It made me reflect...

Sweater weather. Friday afternoon: I arrive at the Mennonite Fellowship Building located behind the church, beside the creek. Laughter. I...

It’s time for lines, crowds, waves of pink to ripple across the river bridge into downtown Little Rock. I’ve walked behind others dressed...

In the warp and woof of daily living, no one is perfect. No one is doing it just right all the time. You know that, right? Life can be...

Hard to label it. People are leaving. A friend’s son died, a friend’s husband died, a friend is moving away. It is the normal cycle, but...

I look back at my Monticello High School years and remember that time as fun, difficult, a little warped. I needed cue cards to maneuver...

I remember when working toward becoming a mental health counselor, I heard a professor say, “You can only go as deep with a client as you...