A gentle note before reading: This story touches on hardship and hope. It is written with care and respect for children who have suffered, and with faith in the healing love of Christ. Lila’s story is a composite, drawn from real cases shared with me by an advocate working directly with trafficked children. Though sheContinueContinue reading “When Innocence Is Held Hostage, and Hope Finds A Way”
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How to Talk Across Divides: A Lesson from an Ancient Conversation
Why Conversations Feel Hard Today Even small talk feels risky lately. Mention a coffee shop, a ball game, or a TV show, and it can turn political. Many topics seem to carry hidden tripwires. My Christian faith gives me hope and direction, and I want to share that with others. But I’ve seen how quicklyContinueContinue reading “How to Talk Across Divides: A Lesson from an Ancient Conversation”
Carried on the Swells: Reflections from Worship
Yesterday, I floated in the vast sea of God’s presence.No land in sight.The swells rose and fell.The waves whispered.Words failed. Prayers dissolved.The hush of the room settled over me, gentle and expectant.I was small. I was still. The crystal voices, simply instruments of praise, led through the quiet like light across the water.When we sangContinueContinue reading “Carried on the Swells: Reflections from Worship”
Hold My Hand: Grace in the Grit of Life
Disclaimer: This reflection on human struggle and hope in broken places contains gritty imagery (likely R or TV-MA). I share it because something bigger meets us in the mess, calling to believers and seekers alike. A Plea Across the Void I stumbled on Hold My Hand by UNKLE, a British band, late one night, itsContinueContinue reading “Hold My Hand: Grace in the Grit of Life”
Birthdays, Connection, and the Quiet Power of Love
Well, I just turned 61 today, and what a wonderful day it has been! First, a heartfelt thank you to everyone who sent birthday greetings—calls, texts, posts, messages, emojis, and all the little ways you remembered me. I read every single one with a smile, and it reminded me just how lucky I am toContinueContinue reading “Birthdays, Connection, and the Quiet Power of Love”
Veni. Vidi. Scripsi. 