Sandra Bost

April 17, 2026

Gravity, golf caps and the glorious distraction

April 17, 2026

By Sandra Bost Daddy’s sweet wedding was this past weekend. The months of planning culminated in a beautiful covenant. Seein...

Ol’ Slewfoot, the science and the savior

April 10, 2026

By Sandra Bost Resurrection Sunday was last week. We didn’t get to be with all of our children, but we celebrated with my d...

Doing right wrong

March 27, 2026

By Sandra Bost Two stories from the Bible stay close to my heart–both as a warning and encouragement. One is the story of the prodigal son. That story meets...

Girl, mother, grace

March 20, 2026

By Sandra Mullins Bost Sometime in the tender days and months after losing Momma, I came across a simple thought on social media–one...

From eye rolls to I do

March 13, 2026

By Sandra Bost Next Thursday is my 32nd wedding anniversary, which seems like yesterday–and forever. Thirty-two years with the love of my life. Anniversari...

The deaf dog discipleship

March 9, 2026

By Sandra Bost Deaf dog discipleship I said something terrible to my deaf dog the other day. Kar, as he was called when we adopted him almost a decade ago, can’t hear the world around him–no w...

Pudding, playgrounds and permission to shine

February 27, 2026

By Sandra Bost I have a vivid memory from fourth grade circa 1981. I pull it out whenever I’m trying to break the ice with students or answer one of those dr...

Update pending - sanctification in progress

February 27, 2026

By Sandra Bost I have been thinking a lot about my little iPhone 12 mini lately. Mostly because it overheats every single day, and won’t hold a charge worth...

'Be still, ad know that I am God'

February 16, 2026

t’s been a busy week (again) and I seem to have caught a bug from one of my favorite grandbabies. (I have 5 grandbabies, and exactly...