I read her words, sensing her heart and feeling her struggle as if it were mine. Different circumstances, but instantly I identified with the feelings she faced from being misunderstood…..
I’m not a savvy skipper. But I’m familiar with “Red, Right Returning,” or known to me as, returning home to safe harbor, from open waters. Depending which side of the….
My alarm went off, (“Mama, Mama”). But that dawn came slow stretching, to awaken. And before the coffee began to drip, I held my empty cup exhaustedly to Him, utterly….
READ: Psalm 119:5 (MSG) Oh, that my steps might be steady, keeping to the course you set. She takes a few steps forward, then pauses and turns back. I quickly learn that saying….
Do you ever struggle to tell God out-loud, the burdens and concerns of your heart? Or do you feel pressure to be proper, perfect and with prose, hold yourself together. In….
When Mama turned the calendar page, my heart turned the corner. I seldom felt ready when September appeared. From the breakfast room wall, square patterns dangled the days filled with lists, schedules, and the….
I’ve been told many a times, my personality leans to the far side of private. But being overly protective of my personal life has at times come with a burdensome price – times when….
Another lonely year passed and she wondered if her prayers were moving past the ceiling wall. Most nights they seem to just bounce back to her knees, which sat strained….