Jesus

Words in Red

Words in Red

She came to me late one night, her brown eyes wide with hope, “I know I’m not suppose to ask for anything, but could I, maybe, ask for one little thing?” I smiled down at her, this dolly who has so effectively stolen my heart, “Okay, one thing,” I say, expecting a request for candy….

the faith of my mother

the faith of my mother

My mother never sugar-coated Christianity. She lived it raw, and hard, and glorious, and miraculous, and painful, and in such brutal honesty that I reached womanhood with a burning desire to know this scandalous beautiful Savior. Her faith stills me quiet. Her passionate existence stirs me to move and live and fight. As a small…

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