On Mothman and Space Acorns [Susan Kimmel Wright]
Have you ever seen something you couldn’t identify or explain? As a mystery reader—and writer—I’ve always been intrigued by things I can’t understand.
Have you ever seen something you couldn’t identify or explain? As a mystery reader—and writer—I’ve always been intrigued by things I can’t understand.
The hot wind of summer brushed across the grasses as we hiked among the rocks. The Isle of Skye proved to be a place of reflection as the twisting roadways opened to sheep-strewn Scottish hillsides.
I think if we’re honest with ourselves . . . we can be control freaks. Wanting to shape our destiny, our future, our children, our families.
That message never hit me harder than right before I penned a book with my coauthor.
Author Patricia Lee never intended to write seven books. Now, she sees writing books as an act of service–a way to help people understand painful circumstances and rise above them.
Have you ever felt “not ready” for a situation? Today, Kristen Hogrefe Parnell shares from her son’s birth story and how she’s learned to trust God when she doesn’t feel “ready.”
After meeting several foster children, Pat Lee knew she wanted to write a story that captured their experience.
A few minutes before, I’d been happily drawing in a small circle of light at my desk. Now my stomach clenched at the thought of the terrors lurking in the darkness . . .
Like many, our income dipped this year, so we were careful and sparing with gifts. At least with physical gifts. Yet this Christmas was peaceful, pleasant, and a time of sweet memory-making.
First bath. First smile. First laugh. As a new mom, I celebrate all my baby boy’s firsts. First Christmas? Time for a trip to Hobby Lobby to get him a stocking! But the truth is, firsts can be hard too. First boo-boo. First break-up. First accident. The challenge with firsts is that depending on our…
The Worship or the Worshipper? [Guest Post – Parker Harrison]
Christians love to worship, usually through music. A few days ago, I was with fellow believers from our church. As a young man (young to me, anyway) led us in song, Jesus’ presence was intimate, sweet, refreshing. Afterwards, a few of us seasoned women bemoaned how it’s harder to sing as we grow older. When…
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