A few nights ago, my husband and I were privileged to minister in the Great Smokey Mountains of Tennessee. One evening during worship, I became aware...
My friend Emily would call me a “recovering good girl.” Actually, she did call me that in her new book, "Grace for the Good Girl."
Oswald Chambers often wrote of “abandon” in his collected writings, My Utmost for His Highest. Since I began reading his writing as a teenager, I have...
The day started beautifully. My husband was sleeping late after he’d returned at 7:00 a.m. from his second job. Breakfast was made, coffee was on, toddler...
Four summers ago, I made a memory I wish I could forget. It’s the kind of memory that makes me cringe every time I recall it....
“Mommy, Mommy, I got a boo-boo!” Piper, my toddler, had been playing next door with our neighbor and her sister’s kids, running around in sandals. When...