I always struggle on sunny Saturday mornings. It was a brilliantly blue-skyed September Saturday four years ago, when I bounded down the stairs on the way to the gym and noticed my
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
As a person of faith, there are two core truths I’ve strained to hold onto even in the most difficult, painful, discouraging moments of my life: God is. God is good.
Dear Tamir, You were just 18 months older than my son, Noah. He has the same brilliant light in his eyes that I see in yours; the kind with all the promise
I always struggle on sunny Saturday mornings. It was a brilliantly blue-skyed September Saturday four years ago, when I bounded down the stairs on the way to the gym and noticed my
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
As a person of faith, there are two core truths I’ve strained to hold onto even in the most difficult, painful, discouraging moments of my life: God is. God is good.
Dear Tamir, You were just 18 months older than my son, Noah. He has the same brilliant light in his eyes that I see in yours; the kind with all the promise