"And He walks with me, and He talks with me. And He tells me I am His own, and the joy we share as we tarry there, none other has ever...

By Karrie Stiteler Morning footsteps. Awaken the dawn. Moving down The stairs, like the pounding of a steady drum. Morning footsteps....

"But you didn't give me a chance," I said to my son. My son wanted something that was mine. Instead of asking me, he snuck it away and...