It's the one thing we never quite get over: that we contain our own future.

Over the last decade our country has lost an average of 300 farms a week. Large or small, each of those was the lifes work of a real person or family, people who built their lives around a promise and watched it break.

Honk if you love Jesus, text while driving if you want to meet up.

The most assiduous task of parenting is to divine the difference between boundaries and bondage.

It's tough to break yourself as news to a town that already knows you.

Perhaps growing up meant we put our knives away and feigned ignorance of the damage.

My father wears his faith like the bronze breastplate of God's footsoldiers while our mother's is more like a good cloth coat with a secondhand fit.