I was flying south from my small hometown in western NY. Nicely buckled in, I was minding my own business when the nudge came. I’ve experienced this before. I don’t like it. I know it’s not going to go well. That’s when the nudge converts to conviction. A familiar whisper. A stirring in my soul. “Laura, you have to say something. You must warn them,” He softly prompts.  “ No, God. I’m not doing it.” I adamantly reply. “You must,” He affirms. “I’m not doing it. They will get mad,” the...

Last Sunday in church I sat in the general area where I typically sit. I looked two rows over and spotted a friend of mine and waved...

“Laura, this will be my fourth Christmas in a blended family. I married later in life, and my husband is older than I am. He has adult...