The Writing of a Love Story, Part 2
Be sure to catch part one. One Sunday evening, as I sat in the dining room with my roommate, the director of the training center came up behind me and whispered in my ear, “I need to see you in my...
View ArticleMusic Monday: 7×70
Chris August - 7×70 (listen on Spotify or Youtube) I’ve been living in this house here Since the day that I was born These walls have seen me happy But most of all they’ve seen me torn They’ve heard...
View ArticleMusic Monday: More Like Falling In Love
Jason Gray – More Like Falling In Love (Listen on Spotify or Youtube) Give me rules I will break them Show me lines I will cross them I need more than a truth to believe I need a truth that lives Moves...
View ArticleThe Necessity of Christian Organizations… Or Not
I’m a little bit on the disgusted side right now with Christian organizations. The Sovereign Grace Ministries lawsuit sickens me to the core. I seriously cannot even think about it without feeling sick...
View ArticleA Letter to my Pastor
Dear Pastor, Five years ago our little family was in need of direction and healing. God lead us to you and to the church family you shepherd. You probably don’t know that the words God spoke through...
View ArticleYour Story: A Girl’s Just Gotta Twirl
Ginger is a dear friend of mine. She has walked the journey through the shadowy darkness and broke through the other side. She blogs of her experiences, as well as many other things, over at Just...
View ArticleTwo Powerful Stories of Freedom
Every once in a while, I come across an article or story that just sticks with me, and I just can’t get it out of my head. I find myself pondering on it as I go through my day. Here are a couple of...
View ArticleA Metaphoric Nancy Drew, Pt. 2
*This is part two of the series, A Metaphoric Nancy Drew. You can read part one here. “Nessa Brach?” “Yes, this is Nessa,” she had answered, wondering who the caller was. “Don’t trust him, Nessa,”...
View ArticleMy Broken Hallelujah
God, I’m not even sure where to begin. Do I start at the beginning, in the middle, in the right here and now, or with my hopes for the future? I have nothing… nothing to hold up for myself to say,...
View ArticleIs It Real?
I was but a tiny girl. I peered around the corner at my mother, sitting in the kitchen. The ashtray overflowed with ashes as a pillar of smoke rose from the center. Beer cans were scattered across the...
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