Story Harvest

It was a beautiful summer’s day in Sandpoint, Idaho. With my dad off at work and my mom out grocery shopping, my little sister and …

It was a nice day in July 1967. I had just returned from Hawaii, where I often went. Tanned and driving a new Lincoln, I …

When I was 14, I was diagnosed with scoliosis, an abnormal curvature of the spine. Typically doctors find this condition in children around eight or …

Have we lost our kindness? Have we lost our ability to see the good in other people? Why do we so quickly forget that we …

It was a crisp, clear sunny afternoon in Walla Walla, Washington. My family was enjoying being around our house one summer afternoon after church while …

If you were to look up the word “hero” in the dictionary, it would describe someone who’s admired for his or her achievements. Someone of …

I was baptized on August 14, 1993, after Dale Leamon’s Christian meetings. We went there for evening meetings, and he and other Americans from his …

I worry, that’s what I do. Heavy-hearted I headed out to my weekly jail ministry. The women prisoners love the “pass it on” cards I …

With all the bright sunshine and blue skies, the day just seemed too perfect and picturesque to include any real danger. The strong wind was …

The summer before going into third grade, I had the two best playmates of all time. My two older sisters were my absolute role models, …