Kids Do Say the Darndest Things (but big people do, too!)
Hey RIG family, here’s another light-hearted story for you because I believe life is better when you’re laughing. I’ve collected a number of stories over the years from my readers who know I appreciate a chuckle and have written in
He Is Faithful
Hey RIG family! I wanted to share something with you that helps me on those mornings when I sit down to pray and the Lord doesn't necessarily feel near to me. He is, of course. He promises never to leave
Say Yes to Sash Bags
Hey RIG family, it’s Shellie here and I have a new love! No, it’s not a new man. I’m a huge fan of the one I’ve had for forty-two years and counting. But I do have a new Sash Bag
Speak Truth
The Emperor is nekkid again, and this time he has plenty of company. If I felt confident everyone reading would recognize that reference to Hans Christian Anderson’s fairy tale, I would move straight to my reasons for writing, but I
Fresh Berry Sauce
Wait! Don’t throw out those old berries. Be it strawberries, blackberries, or blueberries looking a little (or a lot) worse for wear, I’ve got a delicious tip for you. I don’t know about the rest of you RIG friends, but I
Praying with Strangers
I’d been sitting on the dock with Hank, praying and thinking it was past time to go up and dress, when my phone pinged with another call to prayer. Only this one signaled a corporate moment that has become so
A Natural Aide for Ailing Knees
I was in my mid-thirties before I discovered the ball and socket of my knees were irregularly shaped. I had strained a knee playing tennis and I figured I needed to have it checked out before we left for a
Cake Hacks for the Sweet Tooth Monsters
Hey Rig Family! Having cake leftover after a family event isn’t a bad thing, unless you’re married to Mr. Sweet Tooth, or you have a big sugar loving tooth of your own and together you feel like it’s your duty
Let’s Embrace Life, Even at a Certain Age
My eyes fell on my kayak as I finished my early morning prayers. It was propped against Hank’s dog fence at the side of our yard, covered in dust and clippings from the lawn mower, and no doubt offering refuge