Michele

“This is where we’re sleeping?” I didn’t say the words out loud, but they seemed to be very loud in my mind. I was accustomed to cold floors and less-than-ideal conditions (by the standards of many). I remember ice on the inside walls of our house growing up. But this? Let’s be clear. I didn’t […]

I could taste the French fries, cup of tartar sauce, and cheeseburger (with mayo, thin tomato, and pickle) just by thinking about them. Some things hold a special place in your heart and in your memories. I had planned a trip to my hometown, which is less than 30 minutes from my house. The whole

I’ve been in church since I was born. I’m guessing that you could count on one hand the number of times I missed a Sunday growing up; it just wasn’t an option. And spending the night with grandparents or great-grandparents was the same. I was in church at Plum Creek, First Pentecostal, or Hannegan. But

The first time I saw the movie, I literally couldn’t believe I was losing one hour and thirty-two minutes of my life. My husband and I don’t always share the same sense of humor. But on a regular basis, we make sacrifices for each other. It was my turn, and he wanted to watch Dodgeball.

Sometime late last summer, my husband decided that God was calling us to lead a Bible study together at church. (The story is actually much more detailed than that, but that’s the version you’re getting right now.) We had both utilized The Bible Recap by Tara Leigh Cobble and found it to be incredibly encouraging

The question was very clear. Nothing confusing. “Are you going to heaven or hell?” At a gathering on the campus of Cal State Fullerton, Ray Comfort asked this question. The student fumbled to answer. But before we jump to criticize, let’s take a minute and consider what preceded the question. The gathering was sponsored by

I’m always searching. Always studying. Constantly reading. I simply can’t get enough of God. It’s an insatiable appetite that I feel confident will not be satisfied this side of eternity, but it won’t be for lack of trying. And this past weekend, with much expectation, was no exception. True Woman is a conference that doesn’t

It’s Friday night; the end of another hectic and challenging work week. The drive from the hospital to home is often not even long enough to listen to a full song on the radio, let alone begin to decompress. Quickly depositing my backpack and purse, kicking off shoes, and planting my weary body on the

It’s one of my favorite times of year. The transition to fall with all of its various shades, cooler temps, and clearing landscape, is just the nudge needed to nestle in with a sweatshirt or a blanket and a good book. Or maybe the book isn’t even in the picture. Just quiet reflection on the

There are memories from my childhood that are so very vivid and clear. Waking up to the song of a Whip-poor-will on a Saturday morning at Grandma and Grandpa Keith’s house. Riding my bike around the farm to check on all of the pigs at Grandma and Grandpa Gordon’s house. Carrying firewood to the basement