Pages of Prayer

To some it was just toast.  Bad toast at that.  To me...it was a young boy's effort to show that he cares.  To show kindness through his...

As I sit here at my desk, drinking my coffee and eating my grits, I am thinking of you.  I can't help but to think of you whenever I hav...

Victim. I have come to truly hate that word. Because a true victim does not have a choice. And they never deserve what they receive. H...

Every so often we have to call the enemy out. We have to call him by his name. We have to remind him of who we are in Christ. So that ...

If I had a penny for every lie I've ever believed...I would own stuff. Alotta stuff. It is in-cred-ib-ly infuriating for me to take a mo...

Mourning. It was a word that I would have said I understood. I have mourned loved ones who've left this world more suddenly than I was...

I have said it silently to myself more times than I can count in my 35 years of life. My guess, is that you have too. They are those questio...