Author name: Katrina Douglas

In case you didn’t already know, I have been a fan of the group Celtic Woman since seeing their first PBS special over fifteen years ago. As I type these words, I am watching their latest special Post Cards from Ireland. I have always loved their music and this special includes such beautiful scenery that it is […]

Have you ever watched someone you love nearly drown with grief and felt helpless because you couldn’t make it better? Have you ever held someone whose heart has been shattered into a million pieces? Or sat with someone whose world had been ripped apart, knowing they would need all the prayer and support they could

This week I have been reading through the book of Luke and I came to a verse that always gets my attention when I read it. Luke 9:51 says, “When the days were coming to a close for Him to be taken up, He determined to journey to Jerusalem.” This may not mean much to

My aunt Shirley recently gave me a Scripture journal that allows you to copy several verses from Romans each day. It also leaves room for you to write any notes that you want on the opposite page. I recently watched a video of one of Rabbi Greg Hershberg’s sermons recorded when he visited our church.

I have just survived what I can only say has been the most difficult week I have ever endured. To be perfectly honest, I hope it will always be the most difficult week I ever endure because I never want to experience another one like it for as long as I live. I truly feel

You may not be aware of it, but I have been unable to write for over a month now. Everything I have been sharing via social media has been taken from previously written stories. I have been struggling with eye issues and haven’t been able to do the one thing that I truly love to

(adapted from ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas by Clement Moore) ‘Twas the night before “Christmas”, and all through the land, People were going about their business, just as they had planned. The little town of Bethlehem was full; people were everywhere. None of them realized the Savior was about to be born there. As the

We are only a couple days away from Christmas and I find myself reminiscing about Christmases past. I have found myself really missing my grandparents as Christmas has drawn closer and closer. Each one in their own unique way always made Christmas seem so special to me as a child. I remember love and laughter.

I’ve spent most of my life living in shame, a silent victim of the traumas I have survived. For far too long, I was afraid of sharing my story for fear of what people would think if they knew the shame I carried. The weight of that shame nearly smothered the life out of me

My daughter and I were watching something recently during which the phrase, “You’re a tough cookie!” was used. My daughter, like many children, often says something profound that speaks volumes and this moment was no exception. She turned to me and said, “Yea, but even tough cookies can crumble.” Oh, my sweet child, do you