When I first felt called to speak, I had no idea where to begin. I guess looking back it was a good thing I was somewhat naive! I just went up to a couple of friends at big churches and asked them if they would recommend me…and they said “yes”. (I wouldn’t recommend that!) I…
Illuminating a small circle just in front of my feet, the flashlight provided safety and direction for only our next step. Rose and I attempted to get in our morning walk before the kid’s day of school began. Anxiety eventually gave way to comfort as our discussion of the day ahead evolved. We knew if…
The breeze blows. All is calm, when suddenly it picks up; goose bumps pop on my skin. There was no movement inside; the stirring came when I got outside. So like the Spirit of God. Sensing His presence involves position. Choosing to draw near to His quiet stirring emotionally, physically, mentally were I can hear…
by Mary DeMuth I kept it silent a decade. Ten years of nightmares. Remembering. Seeing their faces. When I was five, neighborhood boys took me from my babysitter’s house and raped me over the period of a school year. It took me a long time to tell the babysitter because I was afraid to say…
I wonder what the Lord thinks sometimes when He sees us and what would He want to say. These were the thoughts that came to my mind: I know your life. You are sometimes bored with work and the monotonous schedule; every day is Ground Hog Day. Often there is no spark; no joy. There…
Sixteen. The other day she blared out her song, rocking on the coffee table with star-studded glasses and a whisk microphone. Now her angelic voice sings solos in front of hundreds. For the special occasion of her sweet sixteenth birthday, my daughter specifically asked for one gift: a donation made to Stella’s House, a ministry…