I was six years old and held my new metal lunch box tightly in my hand. It was so pretty with its blue trim and

I stood at the back of the church; my face red with embarrassment. I didn’t know what to do with my hands. How could I

I’m not sure what it is about God and his sense of humor these days. I don’t think I have ever had a week in

I just got done having a conversation with my son about the struggle of waiting on God. It is hard to trust that something better

Does silence have a sound? I’ve been ruminating on this question for the past few days. In doing so, the saying, “Silence is golden,” came

I’m thinking about doors today, particularly an old wooden one. And that old door makes me think of my sister, which means… well if you

I was happily munching away on my breakfast and listening to music on YouTube when an ad interrupted my “joyful noise” and a woman started

While driving to Augusta to attend a women’s event, I was talking with God about several subjects that have been on my heart over the

As I lay in my bed one night last week, the Christmas holiday behind me, I craved a closeness to God that I didn’t feel.