Essays

One ordinary Saturday morning, my husband said three words that should have been entirely harmless. “We need to...” Whatever came after them hardly mattered. Before he finished, I was already…

Somewhere in the middle of teaching pottery to a group of campers, with my hands covered in clay, I experienced something I hadn't expected. I was having fun. Not the…

Forty-eight hours after arriving at a four-day training in Nashville, I found myself sitting among people who had been strangers only two days earlier, listening as they told me how…

I couldn't have told you exactly what was wrong. From the outside, much of my life with God looked like it was working. I loved Jesus. I believed the Bible.…