Winds of Change

She lifts her hands Extended, palms open-Completely letting go

In This Hour

All is within your power,
and yet, this cup remains;
and so, I beg you
Take this cup from me.

Facing Down the Rooster

This article is for the writers, the teachers, the preachers, the songwriters who are using their words to help people love and understand God’s Word and to encourage and equip them in their pursuit of Him.

Beautifully Made

Every cell woven in a tapestry of love

It is all a reflection of who you are

Three Days Later

With his last breath, as spirit separated from broken body, he whooshed through a darkened vortex of time engulfed by eternity

Such as These

To my mother, he said, “You have been entrusted with much, and have proved yourself faithful.  Your children will rise up and call you ‘Blessed.’”

Come Holy Spirit

Come Holy Spirit as we seek, ask and knock for your presence.

Asking in faith, believing in Your promise, we come with expectation.

Somewhere In Between Giveaway

Find out if healing is possible as you journey with a girl who faces the dark past of her childhood trauma while trying to embrace her future! 

Living Up to Your Potential

As guardian angels, we work with our assignments. If they ask or seek our help through prayer, we assist however we can to safeguard them.

When His Promises Tarry

Six months later, the first draft of my manuscript was finished, so I thought that all that was left was to edit it and get it published right?

Light Just Simply Wins

And I recall the vessel that so comports to darkness — gives it occasion to breathe and occupy.
“The darkness that wins is the one we invited in!”


Overwhelming thoughts bring my mind to surrender

To the garden of my soul, I return, to find my Maker waiting for me.

Love Letter

You anxiously await their response—

Will they care what you have to say?

A Conversation in Redemption

“In my heart I feel that joy and tender move I know so well…
moving moods and welling those rooms of my heart…”

Somebody’s Baby

I hear of those, forgotten behind bars. They were somebody’s baby.

Did their mother caress them, did she hold them tight? They were somebody’s baby.

Tonight, We Grieve

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted,” John softly spoke the words that both men had offered to others in times of brokenness.

Glory and Grace

Those sifted will now be shifted into greater realms of glory…bringing their story of glory and grace to a dry and thirsty land

The Father’s Way

Father God, the Creator of all that exists, provides a way. 

With many roads proclaimed, the Father’s way is missed


Two boats… left there.

Debating Jesus

Jesus of Nazareth was not remotely predictable, and that perhaps intrigued me more than anything. While many others dismissed him or dreamed of silencing him, I dreamed of conversing with him.

The Foreigner: Chapter 1

Without thought, I withstood my work and approached her. She paid me less concern than the animal that had pulled her and the caravan about.