Dear Teenager,
August 4, 2015
Dear Teenager, I’m really hoping this reaches you. Maybe you’ll come across it in your social media travels or someone will tag you next week or send it to you
Dear Teenager, I’m really hoping this reaches you. Maybe you’ll come across it in your social media travels or someone will tag you next week or send it to you
Life with depression is precarious business. It’s like living full-time in a minefield. You never quite get comfortable with your surroundings, even when things seem quiet. You always move gingerly,
Some days I’m afraid that I may be losing faith in Faith. I look around at the damage done in the name of God and the grief just comes like a flood. Lately I find
I need to confess something: I don’t know what to pray today. I’m a Christian. I’m a pastor. I get it. I know all the Scripture passages. I know
Dear Teenager, I’m really hoping this reaches you. Maybe you’ll come across it in your social media travels or someone will tag you next week or send it to you
Life with depression is precarious business. It’s like living full-time in a minefield. You never quite get comfortable with your surroundings, even when things seem quiet. You always move gingerly,
Some days I’m afraid that I may be losing faith in Faith. I look around at the damage done in the name of God and the grief just comes like a flood. Lately I find
I need to confess something: I don’t know what to pray today. I’m a Christian. I’m a pastor. I get it. I know all the Scripture passages. I know