Photo by Jenny Venturo Staying near Mount Graham this week, I am reminded once again of how I—of how all  of my family—was made for the...

Photo by Joe Venturo I am finding that I have certain presuppositions about different parts of the country—then, when we actually arrive...

Photo by Joe Venturo It hadn’t looked like our kind of resort. In my mind, a “resort” should consist of secluded camping cabins in the...

Artwork by Daniel Venturo Did you know that God has a Law? Like the Law of the United States, it is a standard of judgment. Those who...

©2025 by Jenny Venturo Many fascinating creatures live on the rocky shores and in the mighty waters of the Pacific Ocean. Here, the whales spout, the kelp beds gently wave, and the sea otters play among it all. In every crack and crevice of the rocks, there are hundreds of tiny animals, living. There are purple starfish, green sea anemones, and tiny fish called sculpin. There are tiny hermit crabs and limpets. Every day the ocean tides cycle in and out. When the tide is low,

Deep within the foggy rainforest, underneath a mossy log, there lived a newt. He was brown on top and yellowish below and had a good, honest face. The rainforest where he lived was, as the name suggested, nearly always wet and muddy since it rained a lot. But the newt did not mind this. Actually, he liked it. He made his way delicately through the soggy leaves carrying a large black umbrella and wearing a big floppy leaf for a hat. The newt’s bed was a big, fluffy mound of mo

Artwork by Daniel Venturo Psalm 119:49-72 Just three verses to snatch from this passage for today: Verse 52— When I think of your rules...

Photo by Joe Venturo We love lists and we love animals. So it is only natural that we would keep an animal list, to record every new...