I was lonely, it was dark, and I was consumed with sin. I knew what I had been doing for the last few years was wrong but because my relationship with Jesus Christ was not strong, so when I was tempted I was weak. I allowed myself to be tempted.
My mother and I had sweet tender moments coupled with years of silence and forgotten wounds. One night she slipped quietly away and her 18-month battle with cancer was over. I was thirty-nine. The struggle of regret left me wondering what our late-blooming relationship could have been like with the
At the onset of check marks, sticker charts, and “atta-girls”, I was hooked. Something about receiving praise and accolades fanned a fire in me. I loved it–craved it. From an early age, I believed if I worked hard, behaved correctly, and followed the rules, I would earn the best place.
One of my favorite Christmas songs is “O Come O Come Emmanuel.” I love the unlikely heavy richness to the tune in contrast with some of the jingly music that comes over the radio during the holiday season. Last year I taught the song to our church ministry’s children for
Close your eyes. Think of one woman whose story has impacted your walk with Christ. One woman whose unabandoned worship in the darkest season of her life renewed your strength. Can you see her? Her face is crisp in your memory because what God transformed in her impacted you. I