Recently, I’ve been trying something new. Any woman who’s been hurt by a man or objectified by a man will be tempted to believe something insidious. That would be a

I cast my vote today. In a country church surrounded by cornfields, the line stretched long. Waiting my turn, I watched, quiet, thinking, listening. Around me, good-hearted citizens were volunteering,

By the time this column goes to print, that annual festival of the pigskin known as the Super Bowl will have concluded. Every year, millions of us gather in living

I’m sharing this video again today by reader request. I am passionate about this topic because of my own healing journey. Trauma is like a medical condition. Until you know

I’m writing today to set to rest a fear that many Christians seem to have; that being, “I’m scared I’m going to miss what God has planned for my life.”

It came to me on the heels of a big mistake. For months, I’d suffered from brain fog, my short-term memory just shot to the hot place. “But I told

On my way out the lane today, I stopped. These moments are so fleeting that the heart longs to capture them. To hold them in one’s hands, turning them ’round

Behind me, trails wind like grosgrain ribbons through the woods and over open expanses of grass. The thundering herd has passed by and, with it, the last of our four

It was a conversation at an ice cream shop that sparked it. There we were in the long, long line that snaked up and back, the aroma of waffle cones

Dear fearful one, You came to my mind today while I was sipping my coffee, and I knew what I needed to say. Perhaps I knew for I have been