by Joanne Wiklund Seeing the sun and welcoming its warmth, I sat in a lawn chair just inside the entrance to my garage today. I felt…
It’s easy to praise God when something great happens to us or our family. However, I know how hard it can be to praise God…
When I think back about people I’ve met through the years, so many of them I remember were members of Christian Churches all over the…
Earlier this summer as I was leaving my Dad’s farm I noticed a grouping of small plants near the edge of the cornfield close by…
by Joanne Wiklund For a long time now, right before dawn, while it’s still dark, birds in our yard start to sing. It wakes me, but…
This month, our article comes not from our pastor but from our congregation. One year ago exactly was the first time we invited Steve and…
I spent a good part of my life hiding, ashamed of sins I had committed in thought, word, and deed—desperate for people to accept the…
by Joanne Wiklund I love words and definitions. A little sign at my house came from my Aunt Mae’s house. It’s like a game prize…
I used to attend church with someone who shared my less-than-common name. He was my first youth leader and a deacon. As a young teen…
by Joanne WiklundMy day begins often with time at my dining room table coloring in my inspirational color books. It helps my hand muscles function…