The High Places
By Amy Knorr
My eyes are drawn to the treetops, the clouds, the high places. That nest at the tippy-top of the huge maple on the way to my daughter’s school…I see it. The hawk sitting quietly on the telephone pole…I notice her.
By Amy Knorr
My eyes are drawn to the treetops, the clouds, the high places. That nest at the tippy-top of the huge maple on the way to my daughter’s school…I see it. The hawk sitting quietly on the telephone pole…I notice her.
By Matthew Hunsberger
I love stories. As followers of Christ, we are a people of story. Our faith is grounded in the stories we read in Scripture, the stories of our very lives, and the stories we still have the power to write…