Once upon a time there was a girl (ok, so she's really a grown woman who still thinks of herself as a girl) who had a dream. It was a nice dream. A good dream. A safe dream. Her dream was to write a book about a blind horse whose story had touched her heart.
In honor of Billy Graham and the unmeasurable impact his life has had on our culture, this post is an excerpt from one I wrote two years ago after visiting a Billy Graham exhibit at the NC Museum of History. You can read the entire post Here Yesterday I took my kids to a special Billy
As a little girl, I used to preach to my stuffed animals. I would line them up and then passionately preach the Good News of Jesus to them, just like Billy Graham. As a shy girl who loved Jesus, I was fascinated by the dynamic man who taught the Bible to thousands. As a teenager, I
I reveled in the attention, as one stepping into sunlight after countless days of rain. As a painfully shy child who found making friends difficult, my then six year old self delighted in the crowd of children who surrounded me. Each one there to admire the fluffy little bunny I cradled in my arms. My
Over the last several weeks our pastor has been challenging us to trace the symptoms of our sin to the source of our sin. Lying, stealing, disobeying, lashing out in anger….all of these are symptoms of sin—outward evidence of an inward problem. So often I simply want to address the symptom without addressing the source.
While my daughter and I spend some quality time on the sofa binge watching Psych while waiting for the plague an annoying head cold to pass, I wanted to share my first official JOEY related interview with you. (ok, so in full disclosure this is my first official interview about anything ever! In fact, the whole idea that
“Sugar,” he said, his Kentucky accent flooding my heart with warmth, his serious expression straightening my posture, “Never forget your roots. Never go so far that you can’t remember how you got to where you are.” My granddaddy was a man of few words. But man could he say a lot in those words. I
(Two boys in my son's 9th grade class were involved in a serious accident last week, and both have been in the hospital ever since. The boys and their families are being prayed over constantly by so many. My heart has been so heavy for all those involved as they sit and wait. As they
When flood waters rise and unrelenting rain pours from the sky, God where are you? When fires rage, consuming everything in their destructive path, God where are you? When hurricanes churn in open waters, terrorizing those in their paths, God where are you? When a grim-faced doctor reveals a life-changing diagnosis, God where are you?