Stories

I was driving down the street in my neighborhood on my way to my standard…

This is the season of togetherness—families crowded around Thanksgiving tables, frost glittering on windows during…

Twenty years ago, a small group of women gathered in a church to the east…

“He chose me.”  Every teenage girl dreams to say those three words about the man…

Portland has been blessed by the work and passion of the Door to Grace and…

To me, August means peaches. Sweet, juicy orange globes with a streak of fiery red.…

One wouldn’t think soccer and human trafficking could be played out on the same field. …

When it comes to life and living it the right way...what is that like?I have…

Psalm 34:18 “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; he rescues those whose spirits are…

Construction is underway on the donated space but our wonderful supporters aren't sitting back and…

It was the spring of 1948. A simple double-deck farmhouse dressed in weather-worn red, sat…