As he sat there thinking about all that had happened to him in his past–the physical abuse, the neglect, the dysfunctional family relationships–I could see it in his eyes. Hope.
The word “travel” has a different meaning for everyone. Some read that word and think of their family’s favorite beach vacation, or the ski resort they went to that one summer in high school. Some think of…
I heard the unwelcomed “ding” overhead as the pilot flipped on the signal warning passengers to buckle their seatbelts. We would be landing very soon. Within 30 minutes I would be in Dallas. Within four…
My absolute favorite stories are God stories. You know, those moments when He without question shows up in our circumstance, offering evidence of His presence with grace, peace, hope, and comfort. If we…
Who do you belong with? When my new grandson, Jack, was born, he didn’t cry…he howled. I’m talking serious decibel levels. He made it clear in no uncertain terms that he did not want to be carried naked…
Encouragement is my favorite! I love receiving it, but it fills my heart to the brim to give it. If I could just walk around with red lips, rhinestones glued to the corners of my eyes, and pom…
There is a lie in our culture, perpetuated by the entertainment industry, that goes something like this: pre-married sex is exciting and fun, while married sex is boring and rarely (if ever) happens.
Shame. It’s that sinking pit inside that makes you to want to run and hide. It says you’re not good enough, pretty enough, smart enough, pure enough. You’re too much of this and not enough of that.
