Words can do incredible damage, but sometimes they can’t hold a candle to silence. Often it is those words that have been withheld which leave the greatest scars upon us. It is in
Having lived in the trenches of family ministry for the past two decades, I’ve been blessed with the honor of having a front row seat to the private lives of parents
I am trying so hard! – Kat, a hurting hero A few years ago I led a group of students and adults on a spontaneous mission trip; a four-day destination-less, meandering
This afternoon my twelve-year old, Noah walked into the bedroom where I was working. As is far too often the case, my head never raised up from my computer screen
Words can do incredible damage, but sometimes they can’t hold a candle to silence. Often it is those words that have been withheld which leave the greatest scars upon us. It is in
Having lived in the trenches of family ministry for the past two decades, I’ve been blessed with the honor of having a front row seat to the private lives of parents
I am trying so hard! – Kat, a hurting hero A few years ago I led a group of students and adults on a spontaneous mission trip; a four-day destination-less, meandering
This afternoon my twelve-year old, Noah walked into the bedroom where I was working. As is far too often the case, my head never raised up from my computer screen