“Jesus Came to My House” A Three-Year-Old’s Encounter Brought Me to My Knees

Jennifer, a registered nurse, wheeled my husband back in to the recovery room after his second cataract surgery. Even though Hank was groggy and slurring his words a bit, I immediately recognized the story he'd apparently been recounting to her. "Our son, Aaron, had emergency surgery at this very hospital when he was only seven...

Reign in Me: Who’s Holding the Reins?

I've been doing a lot of dog walking lately, since we adopted Ralphie, our little rescued Yorkie-Poo. He's blind in one eye and has a cataract in the other, although his hearing is really good. He absolutely loves to go on walks, and it's good for me, too. Ralphie seems ecstatic with a sense of...

Shining Through Cracked Pots: Purpose Beyond Pain

I took a sip of my mother's iced tea from her hospital tray, since we were about to throw it all out. She was coming home today, after being hospitalized four days due to Colitis. It is an excruciatingly painful intestinal illness, but (the doctor told us) was not contagious. She'd cooked a delicious Thanksgiving...