“Sweetheart, your time is coming and it’s going to be beyond wonderful!” Mum said as she looked at me with tears in her eyes…
With Love Column
Unto Jesus
Out of the midnight darkness came the weak sound of what had quickly become a familiar plea in my ears. “Annie?”…
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…