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Life is difficult. Hope and healing through Jesus Christ are possible. Join me as we navigate this perilous journey together.

This may not be a popular opinion and I may lose friends, but here it is: I don’t like Santa. I think it started as a child when I was asked to sit on an overweight stranger’s lap, or maybe it could have been when a stinky Santa Claus gave me a generic Barbie whose head popped off as soon as I unwrapped the doll. But I think my dislike most likely started and kept going because I don’t like asking for gifts. Making a wish list has always been problematic for me. Isn’t asking for presents selfish?...read more

The pictures haunted me. In the first shot, stylish home décor filled the antique store from floor to ceiling. In the next snap, water and storm debris filled the store. Everything ruined. This business was one of many in the southeastern United States ruined by Hurricane Helene. Not long afterward, Hurricane Milton swept through Florida, wreaking similar destruction. The southeastern portion of our country is no stranger to devastating storms. Why? Did this region do something to become the target of...read more

All I wanted was to grow up, move away from my parents, and be on my own. Then, during my first year of college, an event helped me realize that being an adult isn’t as fun as I had thought. The event—the flu.   I was sick, and I needed my mother. Yet, she was nowhere in sight. Everything was up to me. The used tissues. The soup bowl with the crusted-on noodles. And worst of all, I had to clean up my own vomit. As I lay in my dorm room bed, I threw myself a party—a pity party. I didn’t...read more