Katrina Cheshire

The last sigh of summer. A month of sunrise and thunderstorms, of violence in our country, and tears, and struggling to keep on keeping on. Of remembering that we serve the God who is never caught off-guard. The month I recklessly decided to go back to school. A month of long walks, and hot drinks,…

I don’t like not knowing where I’m going. Most of us don’t, I suppose. It can be a dark and dangerous world, and to have guidance is some measure of consolation against the unsurety of the path beneath our feet. But most of the time, that’s not how it works. We don’t know what lies…

     Many long lives of men ago, in the days when kings ruled, in a distant land a man fled his home with a troubled heart and traveled far into the cold north of the country. It was a land of deep blue lakes and green hills, snowcapped peaks and thick woods, and the man’s…

The sky was aflame. I have found that there is something resurrecting about a plane ride. Whether you are traveling somewhere new or familiar, homeward bound or off to the ends of the earth, to get there, you usually have to hop on a ride through the sky. The details of your life, your physical…

We have come to the crowning of the year, my friends, and oh, what a year it has been. This passage has been on my heart for some months now: “You crown the year with Your goodness,And Your paths drip with abundance.They drop on the pastures of the wilderness,And the little hills rejoice on every side.The pastures are clothed…

Gravel crunched beneath the tires of the old red pickup as it pulled into the winding driveway leading to the farm. The farmer looked over at his little girl, asleep in the passenger seat, and the corner of his mouth tilted up into a smile. Her head lolled on her shoulder, her arms hugged tightly…

Keep the home fires burning, while your hearts are yearning. Though your lads are far away, they dream of home. It was a crisp, cold autumn evening in the midst of October’s crimson and gold, as I wended my way home from an evening of feasting with friends. And oh, what a feast it had…

“So he shepherded them according to the integrity of his heart, and guided them by the skillfulness of his hands.” – (Psalm 78:72) I cared about the cows. Some of my earliest childhood years were spent in Germany, in an old house on an Army base where my dad commanded a battalion of soldiers. Our house…

“There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him…

“Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might…” Ecclesiastes 9:10 Our culture has destroyed the concept of the inherent goodness of work. That’s not to say that work is always good. In fact, some kinds of work can be quite decidedly bad. But as our culture frantically climbs a ladder of self-promotion, it often appears that the idea of work as…