Her wavy curls bounced as she ran. At four years old, the backyard was the place where castles stood and where dragons were slayed. All...

She looked in the mirror. With a hurting head, a hurting heart and hurting, bloodshot eyes, she quietly looked at her reflection as a...

His body ached as he made his trek to the field. The slop he carried had splashed onto his weary feet and he swallowed hard as the...

I clasped my hands together as I sat in a busy Starbucks. The latte in my hand had no taste but I kept sipping in order to have...

"I don't want you anymore," he said harshly. The words, dripping with darkness, penetrated through her heart as he turned around and...

Dear hurting woman, Today I walked through one of the happiest department stores - Target - but I didn't shop as long as I wanted to. I&

The house was filled with voices quietly conversing. Suddenly she walked in and went straight to the feet of Jesus. She was visibly...

At the closing of each year, we look behind at what the past 12 months have brought and we look ahead, with expectation, to what the next...

Christmas is a season of waiting and preparation and anxious anticipation of new life. For centuries, the Old Testament reiterated over...