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You made a mistake You've made lots of mistakes Your life seems full of mistakes Or feels like one big mistake That is not your life Mistakes are there They are in your life They are not your life The weight of your mistakes may feel like a huge boulder But that rock does not define you That rock is…

Jenn grew up in a God-fearing, Christian-rearing home. Sunday meant church, dinner, whatever in between, and church again on Sunday night. Wednesday meant midweek Bible study or choir practice. The Bible stories and worship songs were part of life—part of who she was. She loved church, loved listening to her mom play the piano and sing. Loved being with people…

Sounds strange—doesn't it? Cold love... When I think of love. I don't think cold. I think warm—sometimes hot. A bright-eyed smile. A snug embrace. Even a friendly wave. Not a cold, sweaty-palm handshake. Not a scowl. Not a judgmental glare. But the truth is we live in a world that seems to be growing colder and distant—disconnected. Even detached. Our…

The uncontrollable, untamable cry of the soul. It was an ordinary Tuesday. Mandy’s day to herself—all to herself. And she kept to herself. Too many friends had left too many hurts and too many scars—too many times to count. She remembered some of the good times. Her fondest memories were the simple moments at their favorite coffee shop. But those…

Love. Love is one of the most used, overused, misused, misunderstood, and mistreated words in the English language. Love is a verb. I love God. I love my boyfriend. I love puppies. I love Oreos. Love is a noun. Love is patient. Love is kind. Love is not self-serving. Love doesn't keep a list of failures. Theres' not enough love…

Sonata was walking home from her part-time job at the coffee shop. Two thirty should be a reasonably safe time of day, but she was snatched from the sidewalk and dragged into the alley just two blocks from the coffee shop. Stripped. Beaten. And raped—by each of her attackers. When they were finished, they dropped her beside a dumpster and…

Samuel and his father no longer saw eye-to-eye. So, Samuel thought it best to move on. The old man had been on his case his whole life. At least, that's how Samuel saw it. Thought he knew his dad inside and out. Thought he knew the world much the same way. No one could put anything past him. He was…

Two lives—two souls—lost without each other—drifting on a sea of doubts and longing—wondering. Wondering if they would ever find meaning—ever find each other. Two hearts collided. They found love. They found each other. Joy—overflowing, erupting, volcanic joy. Too much to celebrate alone. And no amount of celebration could match their joy. Tell Everyone. Invite everyone. Let the whole world know.…

There Once Lived A Little Princess... She had a lovely kingdom—all her own—her choosing—her making—hers alone. And she loved her kingdom. It was gorgeous, fun, and beautiful. She filled it with everything she loved—with people she loved. And it was wonderful, magical, and glorious. As she grew, her kingdom grew. But Things Were Not as Lovely as She'd Hoped... With…

She ran from her perp and every perp that had ever abused her—had his way—not her way. She had no way. Nowhere to go. No one to call. Not even a place to sleep. So, she ran to nowhere... Panting. Sweating. Lungs screaming. Silence followed her, surrounded her, swallowed her. And she drowned herself in grief, fear, and utter loneliness.…

I don't mind wandering in the woods. Thinking of everything. Thinking of nothing. Not even thinking at all. Absorbing. Listening. The birds singing, calling, darting about in the treetops, swooping through the trees and over a break in the woods. The wind rustling through the leaves. Distant tires rumble over gravel. Squirrels stirring up leaves as they sprint across the…

Alfie Evans lost his battle for life. His parents were denied their pursuit of happiness, their liberty to choose a reasonable treatment pathway or even to take their son home, and Alfie was denied his chance at life. The  issues are not fundamentally policy or politics but philosophy and sovereignty. America’s founding fathers were no more or less perfect than…