miracles

Eyewitness

Eyewitness

This past weekend, we were getting ready to leave for a trip to Pennsylvania. We knew the trip was coming, were planning on it, and then all of our vehicles went down– the week before we were suppose to leave. Seriously.  There was no way we’d be able to afford to fix the (very) expensive issues…

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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