I sat up in bed, kicking off the covers in frustration as another violent coughing fit shook me. It was well past midnight, and I had been tossing and turning for over two hours, unable to sleep because of the extreme congestion in my head and chest. Eric was lying awake as well, staring at the ceiling, unable to get any rest because of all my coughing.
Prayer
If My People
When we find ourselves in a worldwide crisis, our commission from God is clear…
Trusting the One Who Asks
I was just entering my teen years when I laid eyes on the most adorable pile of puppy-fluff I’d ever seen…
Tomorrow
It was a cool March evening, just days before my second child was going to be born. I rocked my son, Jude, looking…
The Power of the Cross
When I was twenty-two, I went through an incredibly mortifying experience. A pastor called me on the phone and…
The God of Miracles
Cannot the same wonders be done now as of old? Do not the eyes of the Lord still run to and fro throughout the whole…





