It was a Sunday morning, and I was not at church. With sickness lingering around, I decided to stay home. I’d leisurely gotten up and read more of “Becoming Elisabeth Elliot” until the sermon from my church began streaming. Then, given the beautiful Florida “winter...
I looked around, feeling the darkness pressing in — not just in the world but also in my mind and my heart. Why does the pain of this life have to be so crippling? I get up, only to be knocked down again. I no longer feel as though I’m running, but I’m limping. ...
After a long, arduous trek that left her battered, bruised, and nearly crushed, she arrived at a spacious place. She basked in the sunshine and smelled the wildflowers. She breathed in the mountain air and twirled as she danced in the beauty around her. She frolicked...
“Are you trying to air condition the whole neighborhood?” “You are a better door than a window.” “With daughters like you, who needs enemies.” These are just some of the sayings my dad would tell me as a kid. Like most dads, he was notorious for overemphasizing the...
I have been editing and rewriting my third book this past week. I came across a scene I’d written, and the significance struck me. A young man has to walk into a hospital morgue to identify family members. I hate this scene. However, to write a book on redemption,...