When I look back at my twenties and thirties, I don’t see a guy I’m proud of; I see a fuse that was always lit. People who only know me now—a quiet guy in his early sixties who fixes…
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Bill H
I grew up with a single mom and my three siblings. We weren’t rich, but thank God we never went hungry. My mom always told me, “Your siblings will be all you have left when I’m gone.” I was…
Our mom and dad showed us Christ’s love by helping others, no matter their situation. Our house was always busy since there were four kids. But we always seemed to have some people in our home who needed a…
Long before I ever watched those little hands rise in worship, I felt those little feet move. While I was pregnant with my son, Gabryel River, named after the messenger angel Gabriel, I happened upon K-LOVE while flipping through…
One day, a young man approached our pastor, lonely and seeking connection. He wanted to start a young adult group and learn more about following Christ. A few days later, my pastor asked if I would lead it. I…
Every morning felt like a race I was already losing. At thirty-six, with a three-year-old tugging at my jeans and a baby on my hip, my days were a blur of spilled milk, endless laundry, and trying to make…