Three tiny letters make all the difference. Two— even better. One—a place to rest. It all started with a vicarious jaunt to the English countryside, via Lark Rise to Candleford. It’s a sweet show, one of those I’ll watch and watch again, all about a young woman named Laura Timmins who leaves her family in the village of Lark Rise to work at the post office in nearby town, Candleford. “Our Laura,” her family calls her. Always...

Psalm 93:4 “Mightier than the thunder of the great waters, mightier than the breakers of the sea— the LORD on high is mighty.”   When, in exhaustion and despair, you arrive at a dead-end and aretempted to give up,remember the Red Sea, and venture forth. He is mightier. (Exodus 13:17-15:21) If, in the midst of a storm, your heart is a sea of turmoil, and your hope, comfort, and safety have been battered and tossed until raw and on...

  There’s a valley here, where the winds of the world come to reside. Gusts sweep down one mountain range, tumble across the valley floor, sweep up the next mountain range, all in endless supply. The trees there grow crooked, reaching in diagonal tandem, away from the first mountain range. But they grow. And they’re strong. See, despite that relentless horizontal battering, the vertical doesn’t change. The roots sink...

      Quiet and soft and slow…       …That’s how He came, that’s how the song goes.   And here I am, swept up in a flurry of winter zeal, printing printables and scheming schemes and signing on for every amazing Christmas idea there is out there.   I want Christmas to be about Him. I want our home to be a place where understanding sparks in eyes, love kindles warm in hearts,...

The Hope Chronicles is a blog hop and journal between 5 historical romance authors. Our desire is to bring you lasting hope through these letters, grounded in the hope of our Lord that does not disappoint, and written from the fictional viewpoints of each book’s heroine. We’re so glad to have you join the event. Each day this week, a new Hope Chronicles post will go live, complete with a journal entry and a new giveaway for that blog...

  “Hope is a thing with feathers,” Emily Dickinson said. I think she was wrong. Now before you decide I’m a complete Scrooge, let me explain. I understand what Ms. Dickinson meant when she inscribed those words back in 1861. I’ve felt it—the fluttering, buoyant phenomenon that hope can bring. The flicker of light in the dark, the feeling that your heart might just take flight. Something that seems so fragile, yet soars...