After a night of weakness I wouldn’t wish on anyone, I woke up with nothing left to offer but a whispered “thank you.” Thinking back over the night’s trials, I remember calling, “Father, please help me.” It was all I could do to fight off the unwelcome invader riddling...
She said, “I love Jesus, but I can’t stand people.” It didn’t come from arrogance. It came from exhaustion. From years of giving more than most will ever know… and being met with disrespect in return. My sister served as a first responder—a paramedic—and later became an instructor, sharing...
Writing with your heart while attempting to speak to yours is a joyful experience that I take very seriously. Walking this road calls me to study and reflection, among other things. I now understand more the value of Jesus separating himself from the disciples and crowds for alone time...