Your scars are evidence. Evidence of overcoming. Evidence of courage. Evidence of being carried. Of being loved enough to invest in. To...

Twenty-five years ago my life changed because of one volunteer and an empty church office. It was at the darkest time of my life. I was...

The first time I saw this image, I was immediately thrust back in time. Driving down the highway, mouth wide open, screaming in...

When you stand before God and look back at your life, what will you see? A self-centered existence or selfless servanthood? A few years...

Searching for validation? Searching for acceptance? Searching for something that will drown out the daunting words playing over and over...

I remember what hopelessness felt like. Throttled up against the bathroom wall, eight months pregnant, I felt hopeless. Dragged along the...