IN 2004, in the state of Georgia, a 16-year-old girl ran away from home. Finding herself pregnant and on the streets, she knew her parents would not want another child to care for. 

The sweet, clean scent of Ivory soap takes me back to thoughts of Mama and those warm summer evenings. At ages six and four, Wanda and I seldom wore shoes. Living out in the country, we loved to run in our bare feet all day long. At bedtime, Mama was insistent that we went to bed with clean feet.

Lighthouse for Life exists to educate our community and empower survivors as we FIGHT to eradicate human trafficking in the Midlands of South Carolina.

Make the effort. Wake them up early. Fool with the belts and the buckles and the fancy hair bows. Endure the sleepy, grumpy faces and the misplaced shoes. Run around like a mad woman gathering everybody’s everything, whatever it takes to get out the door on time.

While rays of sunlight dance like diamonds on lakes, rivers, and oceans, there is a dark cloud looming overhead. Our spiritual enemy is working furiously to lure our most precious of blessings, our children, away from God’s truth, love, mercy, and grace.

If Children are the hope of the future, then parents are their hope for the present. It’s time for this present generation of parents to assume their sacred position—to fight against and protect their children from the lies of the evil one and instill in them the Truth of the Holy One.

After 30 years of caring for people as a vascular surgeon, William M. Moore, Jr., MD, FACS, has retired from Lexington Medical Center. During his career, Dr. Moore served as chief of staff, chief of Surgery, a physician at Lexington Medical Heart and Vascular Center, and medical director of Peripheral Vascular Rehabilitation.Dr. Moore joined Lex...

Looking into the eyes of that precious little boy with the beautiful curls wrecked me. For the first time, I saw the actual horrors of the Holocaust not only as an historic travesty committed against the innocent by evil men, but as another grotesque attempt by the evil one to steal, kill, and destroy the redeeming work of Jesus.

I am not an artist I am a retired pediatric nurse by profession, a mom, a grandmother, a gardener.

Leaning back in my home office chair, I stretched long and breathed a deep breath into my tired lungs. I had been sitting for hours writing stories, answering emails, reviewing financial documents, reading Scripture, and sharing time with God. On the front of my computer, there is a handwritten note along with a heart drawn on a piece of paper. ...