Four reasons to quit writing and why I still do.
Tonight, I want to talk to you about something I’ve cared deeply about for a long time. . . loving those who are tough to love.
I opened 2019 with a word of the year: FEAR. I wrote about wanting to face fear head on–face pride head on–and grow in my fear of God. How do we know when are truly fearing God? Do I have to feel the awe…
Back in the old farmhouse, Grandma kept a cactus garden. A clear Rubbermaid tub about two feet by three feet and ten inches deep was home to a small log cabin, a china woman, a forest of cacti, and one precocious brown plastic squirrel….
Anecdotes and observations from a summer job picking, sorting, and selling strawberries.