Fear gripped my throat as gravel crunched under the car’s tires, and I can still see the winter sun casting long shadows with its soft light. I had kissed my children good-bye just minutes before, unsure if I would see them again in hours, days, or weeks. My husband took my hand in his to…
I don’t think I’ll ever forget the look on her face. As soon as the words rushed out of my mouth, I regretted saying them, but they tumbled out faster than I could pull them back. Once they were out there, the damage was done. We were eleven years old that summer at church camp,…
Who here has been hurt by the church? I have, and I feel confident that if you’ve been in church for any length of time, you’ve probably been hurt too. In my thirty years of church involvement, I’ve witnessed enough hurt to call it quits—plenty of it. I’ll share one experience. Throughout my childhood, my…
Seven years ago I spent a weekend alone with God, and I’ve never been the same. At the time, I felt as though I were drowning. My addiction to pornography had been ruling my life for nearly fifteen years. While there had been glimmers of light and hope at various times, I always found myself…
It was the perfect morning for a run. A cool breeze bent the long grass in its wake. The early morning sun cast golden-pink light on everything it touched. I rolled out of bed, dressed, and laced up my hot-pink running shoes—my normal pre-run routine. But I did one thing differently on that summer morning….
My family is comprised of “horse people,” so when we go on vacations, trail rides are often on the docket. I’m not big on riding in general, but I don’t mind it. I’m usually on the old pony, the one who hopefully knows its way back home. I’m okay with this. In fact, I usually…