Posts about Stories

“Only hypocrites go to church.” Andrew knew it wasn’t true, but the stinging words from his mother and stepdad met

  The shovel was green, with her name etched in bright red just above the blade. It was a gift

I read Psalm 23 every morning, and I pray on it. It helps me feel grounded for the day ahead.

I remember my first day pulling into the church building. It was a very cold Monday in late January of

He called himself “the chief of the masquerade party.”    “I knew how to go to church on Sunday and pretend like everything

Sam and Monica laugh together at the kitchen table. Sunlight pours through the window as baby Lola stumbles across the