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. ...
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,...
The female heart is a fragile yet resilient thing. On the one hand, it can endure unbearable pain, but it isn’t left unmarked by a mean word or flippant comment. We women thrive off of sweet gestures, kind words, or knowing people are thinking of us....
