You Have a Calling
She sat with me in silent tears. It was 7am in a busy little breakfast joint. The…
She sat with me in silent tears. It was 7am in a busy little breakfast joint. The…
“I wasn’t made to be her.” I had to say it out loud last night as I…
We are a world of waiting people. Waiting for the bus. Waiting for the next available teller….
To the Girl with the Make-Up Face, Okay. Even though my alarm will come bright and early and…
I held her hand as she exhaled in defeat. “I can’t do it,” my friend whimpered….
Women’s ministry: two little words that evoke such emotive responses. Over the last several weeks I have…