Out of the midnight darkness came the weak sound of what had quickly become a familiar plea in my ears. “Annie?”…
With Love Column
Even in This
A deep ache gripped my heart as I looked upon her feeble and altered frame…
Crucified Living
Walking through the house, I called out for my mom. I was carrying a heavy load of personal hurt that was growing…
We Are Not Consumed
Slipping into the bathroom of our single-wide mobile home on the orphanage property, I pulled the thin plastic door…
Living Unashamed
It seemed like just another typical day at the start of my spring semester of Bible college as I navigated the main hall on my way to class…
Only Jesus, but Everything I Need
I stood in the street next to the idling taxi cab, feeling small and unbearably vulnerable. It was still early in…