I woke up not feeling ready for church. It had been a busy week, but my heart felt hard. Struggling with apathy, I went through the motions of getting ready. Although my devotion time wasn’t long, I still prayed and asked God to help me. After service, Sunday...
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. ...
“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,...
Things started to crumble as they stood watching Jesus take His last breath. Panic set in as their heroic, fearless, determined, and intentional leader hung lifeless on the Roman cross. The clouds grew dark as the world revolted at the Creator’s death. The whispers of...
