At the depth of Winter’s dark dormancy, a spark–a glimmer of hope, the return of life. Quietly, without fanfare, bud’s blossom bursts. In a forest of lifeless branches, a single sign of promise. This beacon…

Because if I could, I would gladly like to give it to my brother. If it isn’t one thing, then it’s another. This week Doug’s church, Spring of Light Ministries, suffered a devastating loss when…

Wake from your slumber–you sleepy winter dwellers.  The spring of your life has dawned.  Today is the best day of all of your life to breathe deep and kiss the air that feeds our brain…