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

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

My mom wedged herself into the small bathroom next to my eight-year-old self. “Stretch your leg out,” she said. I groaned. Scrapes and road burns decorated my leg as it dangled over the tub. At least I hadn’t ruined another pair of pants. “Ready? It’s going to hurt, but just for a bit.” I gripped the toilet lid and nodded. She poured. The peroxide bubbled around my gravel encrusted knee and ran off the sides of my leg and into the tub. Tears shone in Mom’s eyes....read more