Gray and forlorn, the skies promised rain and I tucked the first holiday CD into the disc player. The lonely strains of I’ll be Home for Christmas reminded me of all that was missing, and I glanced at the sweet boys playing near my feet. Chunky, plastic blocks and...
We’d attended the quaint, family-oriented church for years. I’d joined Bible study groups, attended morning meetings for young mamas, and participated in Sunday school. Still, loneliness gnawed at my insides. Somehow, I just didn’t fit. One day after the traditional...
The hard edges of time haven’t yet lined his face, but the young man knows suffering. He’s grown accustomed to fear biting at his heels; chasing him from one day to the next. Calling on God, he prays and fasts-beseeching the Lord for breakthrough. Relief...
As soon as the words slipped off of my tongue, my son raised a brow. “You’re not ‘just one Christian woman’. Mom, you’re a powerful woman of God. You are a warrior.” Surprised by his assessment, I paused and then felt a prompting...
I can’t sleep. Anxiety wakes me before dawn and I feel it’s vice-like grip wrapping around my stomach, pressing hard on my chest. Thoughts roil and spin as my pulse quickens. Bile rises in the back of my throat as one silent message after another ticks...