When I was entering the 9th grade, I went to a back-to-school party. It wasn’t a wild party at all. I remember getting a Coke and taking a couple sips a few minutes later. I didn’t know it at…
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Bill H
I used to think faith was for people who needed something to hold on to. I wasn’t against God. I just didn’t feel connected to Him. Life felt safer when I stayed in control, kept my expectations low, and…
Our house is loud: three kids, two dogs, homework battles, and a schedule that feels like it’s held together with duct tape and prayer. For years, we tried teaching our kids about Jesus through bedtime talks and Sunday devotionals, but…
After my wife passed away, the world felt unbearably quiet. She loved gardening more than anything: roses, daisies, tomatoes, even the stubborn little herbs that never cooperated. We used to tend them together on Saturday mornings, coffee cups in hand,…
When a normal school day turned into a life-or-death moment, a middle school teacher named Sarah discovered that God’s presence isn’t limited to church walls. Sometimes, He shows up right in the middle of a classroom. It was a…
I donate clothes to psychiatric hospitals and women’s crisis centers, not because I have extra money or an overflowing closet, but because I remember what it felt like to walk into a place like that with absolutely nothing. Years…