At eighteen years old, I had the world on a string. And I was gonna change that world. After all, I loved Jesus, and I had all the giftings and Bible training and connections to make me a huge influencer for his kingdom. I was going to be like one of my heroes—Amy Carmichael, Betty… Read More Story (part 2)
We met when we were gangly 8- and 9-year-old girls. Our small church and a mutual love for rollerskating were the only bonds we needed to forge a simple friendship. Had you asked us back then if we’d still be friends 32 years later, Karen and I would have giggled in disbelief. In fact, we giggled a… Read More Because you’re 40 today
I found it buried in a dusty old box of files, wedged between nondescript folders like “Wells Fargo” and “Car Repairs.” How did something so precious get stuck here? I wondered. Eleven pages of single-spaced type…. typed on her computer. My grandmother had conquered the basics of the computer in her old age, but that… Read More My undoing. Your beginning.
As summer draws to an end and school beckons us into our fall routine, I’m catching my breath a bit. The past few months have been all manner of strange and surprising. Not much has gone as we’d planned it would (shout-out to James 4:14-16). But the one consistent thing that has seemed to weave together these odd,… Read More Stories are light (in a dark world)
I’ll never forget Miss Moss, with her Coke-bottle glasses and a disability that left her slow and kind. She loved writing notes of encouragement even though her handwriting was chicken-scratchy and sloped down the page. And Earl Roland. He was a hunched old man who loved to pray. In the absence of an acceptable singing voice he’d… Read More We need each other