Esther's
Perspective

My daughter and I met each other in the hallway of the strange house, still in pajamas, our eyes bleary and our smiles a bit

When his little sister died, Lyndon dealt with his pain in a way that was totally opposite to that of his siblings. While the other

“Be an example to all believers… in what you say…” My attention was drawn to these words the other morning and I paused for a

I took up my pen to write but as much as my fingers itched to put thoughts onto paper, my mind was one dark, vast

I was six years old and held my new metal lunch box tightly in my hand. It was so pretty with its blue trim and

I stood at the back of the church; my face red with embarrassment. I didn’t know what to do with my hands. How could I

I’m not sure what it is about God and his sense of humor these days. I don’t think I have ever had a week in

I just got done having a conversation with my son about the struggle of waiting on God. It is hard to trust that something better