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A Song for the Ski Slopes

Here I am at the top of the mountain about to tip myself off the edge. You’d have to be insane to attempt what I’m about to do. But here we go. I’m steeling my nerves, pushing off with my ski poles, and facing my destiny. I may not come out of this alive, butContinue reading “A Song for the Ski Slopes”

Arthur Conan Doyle’s Fairies

Reluctantly, Arthur Wright hands over his brand new camera to his 16-year-old daughter. It’s a Saturday afternoon in the summer of 1917 and Arthur’s daughter Elsie insists that she and her young cousin Frances simply must have the camera. Arthur entrusts them with the camera and one photographic plate—all the girls will need to takeContinue reading “Arthur Conan Doyle’s Fairies”

The Grumpy Little Fir Tree

In a bright corner of a beautiful forest there grew an evergreen—a fir to be exact. And the very first spring of that little tree’s life, it seemed clear that it would grow up to be quite a beautiful little tree. Children who played in that part of the woods would run their hands throughContinue reading “The Grumpy Little Fir Tree”

The Pineapple Craze

It’s August 14, 1668. You are dressed in your finest as you step from your coach and through the gates of Whitehall Palace. To be a guest at this banquet is a profound honor. You know the evening will be full of finery, rich foods, and lavish displays of wealth. The feast is hosted byContinue reading “The Pineapple Craze”

A Hard Story to Hear

It’s late on a Monday night. I’m tired, but I’m finishing up a few dishes before heading to bed when I hear a sound that I don’t like to hear late at night. It’s the sound of the boys’ room door opening. Normally, that sound means one of the boys will be asking for aContinue reading “A Hard Story to Hear”

Is It Still Well With My Soul?

Horatio Spafford’s blood runs cold. His ears must be deceiving him. He looks at his wife and sees a look of hurt bewilderment on her face that exactly mirrors the emotions swirling in his own heart. “I’m sorry. What did you say?” His visitor shifts in his chair, then says, earnestly, “Yes. I… I’ve comeContinue reading “Is It Still Well With My Soul?”