Dear Heavy Heart, I know you. I know your dark dread that rests heavy like a black cauldron full of the stew of worry, troubles, and bad news. Listen, I know of medicine for a heart like yours. I know relief from that anxious dread, those clouds of gray skies and...
Dear God, There is a way in which I sometimes I felt a sense of belonging. Belonging to a family. But I never felt I belonged to you. It was like I was walking alone, next to a ghost who had died centuries ago, drifting silently at my feet, as my shadow cast over the...
The problem with missions is there are no worthy people. Only a worthy God. Thus grace. If we were worthy, well that would make the whole escapade quite a bit simpler. If we could measure up those we deem deserving, the orphans and widows and oppressed, we could fuel...
It’s fairly common in a situation to want to shift the blame to the other person. Instead of looking for solutions, we are busy saving face. My first reaction is to point the finger. It’s a knee-jerk reaction. When I have had time away from the situation,...
For sure and for certain, I am a daughter of the King of kings, a princess of the most high God. My eternity is set, I don’t doubt that for one fine frog’s hair second; but, my here and my now, in this current stance, right smack-dab where I am, this earthly residence...
I glance over at the girl right ahead of me in line. She’s probably 16, wearing light blue-jean cut-off short shorts and a white tank top. Her hair is blonde, highlighted and thick, hanging perfectly straight down to her shoulder blades. Her skin is perfectly...
