If the truth were told, the things that really matter cannot be calculated, silenced or ignored.

For most people, a day at work poses little or no threat of danger. Many of us work in classrooms, office buildings or other settings ideal for accomplishing our given tasks, but that’s not the case for men and women who work in law enforcement.

An old broken down, wooden bench sitting in my yard was a visual, a constant reminder of my brokenness, and my deepest desire for a companion. 

Like many of you, I had one article of clothing that was my “go-to” for all occasions. I don’t know what your “go-to” is, but mine was an old pair of red high heels.

God has spent a fair amount of time in recent days reminding me that I am found in Him: even when I feel completely lost, even if everyone seems to have forgotten me, even if it doesn’t seem like anybody is paying attention, He is.

Were you ever asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” I’ve learned only God knows our future, and what we should be asking is: Lord, what do YOU want me to be when I grow up?

You would think comedy would be the last way God would address sin, but then, the belly of a large fish doesn’t seem like a good idea to me either.

I love to travel, especially to foreign lands. Even though I speak no foreign language, I embrace the culture, the food, and even the inconveniences.

I can trace it back to one night during my senior year of high school. Unable to sleep, I grieved the loss of aborted unborn life... I knew I had to do something.

A few months ago I admitted that I struggle with bulimia. Even though I have never made myself throw up, I excessively worked out, dieted, fasted, and then binged on food. I would eat, and eat, and eat some more. It was as if I could not stop eating...