When Storm Clouds Gather, Press On

I’d been watching for a window of opportunity all morning. The weatherman promised a ray of sunshine or two and I could really use it. After struggling through November and December, I was craving sun on my face. (God really meant for me to be born near a tropical beach. I just know it. Somehow, my parents …

Catching Rainbows in the Storms of Life

(This one is for you, Uncle Jerry.) Indiana summers are unpredictable. One year, a drought. The next, a deluge. Life is kind of like that, too. Sometimes, we feel as if we’re in a desert. At other times, storms rage around us and we fear we may be drowning. But occasionally, when the sun is …