Every Barn is Better Painted.
One sentence smeared the makeup and stripped away the carefully crafted facade, leaving me once again the middle school girl - awkward, afraid, exposed. One sentence pressed into every...
Arrebato. Repossess.
The youngest, just 13, watches her four-month old son as he sleeps. She was a slave when they found her, when they rescued her and brought her to this...
The Tension of “I Don’t Know.”
God judged it better to bring good out of evil, than to allow no evil to exist. ~Augustine A few weeks ago, I shared this story – a...
The Fulcrum of Belief.
The words from Psalm 139 hung in the stillness of the air – and in my heart. I felt the tension as I held up a hand-painted coffee cup....
