Peace like a River
Guest post by Barbara Ragsdale Night didn’t settle softly that late January evening. It banged and clattered in a chaotic frenzy. It shuttered and shivered from the cold. It breathed…
Guest post by Barbara Ragsdale Night didn’t settle softly that late January evening. It banged and clattered in a chaotic frenzy. It shuttered and shivered from the cold. It breathed…
Guest post by Brenda E. McDaniel I became a caregiver when my parents grew older. I was disabled myself from a spinal injury, and my parents were in their eighties.…
No matter how elderly or how sick our loved ones are, God is not finished with them until they breathe their last. I learned that lesson well when caring for…
Guest post by Katy Gloudemans In the quiet of the hospital room, my father’s voice resonated, leading our family through the rosary. He sat by my mother’s bedside, tightly gripping…
My husband and I cared for his elderly mom for four years in our home. Over a two-week period during that time, several people we knew died. My husband’s cousin,…
Guest post by Patsy Bowden McCrory After thirty-five years of teaching, I retired in 2008 to care for my mother-in-law who had acute lymphoblastic leukemia. We had one afternoon to…