I wrote “To My Fallen Comrade” after hearing that the son of a man my father worked with had killed himself after a long battle with mental illness. I realized that I was the same age as this young man, we were both Christians, and apart from the grace of God, I could have done the same.
Read MoreIt is during these dark hours of our lives that we need someone who can see us as whole persons with both physical and spiritual needs. This may come in the form of a professional counselor, a friend, or a family member. But more importantly, it is crucial that the local church steps in, because the body of Christ is supposed to be there for brothers and sisters.
Read MoreMy eyes had never felt this way before. They burned painfully. They were sensitive to light.
Read MoreI used to think if I ever got a tattoo it would be the words “be brave” - in black script and somewhere visible, like my wrist or forearm.
Read MoreDisruptions are just part of life. No matter how well we try to prepare or plan around them, sooner or later something comes along to interrupt your flow or shake your foundation.
Read MoreWhat do you do when there are about one thousand miles between what you know in your head and what you actually feel in your heart?
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