Leaving My Worries
I worry, that’s what I do. Heavy-hearted I headed out to my weekly jail ministry. The women...
My Health Journey
For twelve years before I accepted Christ into my life, I struggled with bulimia, an eating...
Going to Church
Dear God: Church services are in two hours and – sorry – that’s about the last place I feel...
Heal My Racism
Dear God: It’s a side of my experience that I absolutely loathe: the twist of racism that...
Bored to Death
I don’t remember saying, “I’m bored.” If I had, my mother would have said, “Go find...
Spring Cleaning
This morning I tore into sorting bathroom supplies. Out with old or unused cosmetics, outdated...