It’s easy to be consumed with coping. We do well to stop, acknowledge God’s blessing, and find a concrete way to thank him for what he’s done.

“The wind, the wind. That’s all you think about!” But when the air is still and the night is warm, as it was one evening last week—that’s a time to cherish.

We’re learning how to give. After all, we’re caregivers. But today’s Bible story leads us to ponder if we’ve yet been called upon to give as much as Hannah did.

The small or sometimes not-so-small changes in our routine continue to mount up.

We may have as many questions as conclusions about the remarkable story in today’s text. Read Judges 7 and ponder what God did—and why.

Confronted with the loneliness of some caregivers I know, I’m so grateful for those who faithfully reach out to my wife and me.

It’s almost shocking that the ancient Israelites turned away from God. But then I look at myself, and I begin to understand.

They tell us multitasking is bad for your brain. But here’s the thing: Caregiving IS multitasking. How can I deal with this?

Throughout Scripture we see the riveting examples of what God did only after those following him took just one step.

Stress is stress, and how we react to it may determine whether it was good or bad. So I’m deciding how to label the stresses of the weekend.

Not only did the angels proclaim peace at the time of his birth, but Jesus promised peace just before his death.

Four simple prayers betray an insight into what I need to think about more.

Just as Jesus couldn’t get his cross to its resting place without help, he needs us to bring rest to our loved ones, disoriented and diminished by their disease.

“Though I never expected to be alone at this age or for this long, God has truly led me to a new, different, and surprisingly fulfilling life.”

Of course, every “good and perfect gift” comes from our Heavenly Father. Should I include a dry basement in that category?

Weren’t these men reasonable? And didn’t they all agree? What was so wrong with believing the troubling report they brought from the land God wanted them to own?

Phyllis Girdwood reflects on what it meant to care for her husband who was dying with cancer—and how she’s learning to cope in the years since his passing.

For several decades I would have claimed to understand service. But these days, I’m coming to understand much more.

If our first reaction to the Ten Commandments is a definite ho-hum, maybe we owe it to ourselves to stop and ponder them again.

I never would have asked these friends for what they’ve given. Could I be so good and gracious to give so generously?