Morning broke through her window telling her it was time to start a new day. Once again, she woke up alone. The man she had loved and shared her life with had died. As her mind brushed away the haziness of sleep, she was once again reminded of the many challenges facing her that day. Her husband did not leave her in a good financial state. In fact, he left her with very little. Now on top of her grief and loneliness, she had the harsh realities of poverty. Her l

As I’m putting this blog together, it’s late at night and I’m looking out my window watching a beautiful snowstorm outside of my window. There’s a part of me that’s wishing I had boots (or any coordination at all) so that I could go outside and play in the snow. Being that I have neither, for tonight, I am content to watch. And while I watch, I remember. There’s something about snow that makes me nostalgic… ….I remember the night my Mom and I went for a walk in the snow only

Why is it important to talk about the epidemic of anger among women? How can we find freedom and help others experience peace? These were the questions I felt the Holy Spirit asking me as He began speaking to me about sharing my testimony of dealing with anger. The truth was that because of pain and abuse in my life, I was an angry woman. Thankfully, I didn't stay there. In this series of videos I'll be sharing my testimony of how I dealt with my anger and went from being

At dawn he appeared again in the temple courts, where all the people gathered around him, and he sat down to teach them. The teachers of the law and the Pharisees brought in a woman caught in adultery. They made her stand before the group and said to Jesus, “Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery. In the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women. Now what do you say?” They were using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing him. But Jesu

It was just around lunch time when I was chatting with my friend using an app that lets you record messages and send them back and forth. Starting to feel hungry, I decided to whip up some lunch in between videos. When it was my turn to talk I nonchalantly said, “Oh, sorry if the camera is moving, I’m cooking while we’re talking.” A few moments later a new video popped up on my phone. Her head tossed back as she laughed out loud, she said, “That’s so funny—-you’re cooki

You don't have to stay bound---our family's testimony is living proof-you can be free if you'll pursue the biblical path to healing.

Personally, I believe that one of the greatest tragedies I see is men and woman who are so busy being Christians, serving Jesus, and keeping up with the activities in God’s community that they never really get to know the Jesus and build a relationship with Him. Beyond a doubt, the most important choice that any woman can make in her life is the choice to develop a personal relationship with Jesus---to get to know Him, Who He is, how He thinks, what He feels, and most importa

I have a friend who always tells the truth – even when you don’t necessarily want to hear it. Actually, I have several friends like this, but the friend I’m talking about today recently shared a truth with me that I DID NOT want to hear. What was this piece of brutal honesty? She told me that my pants looked terrible and I would look much better if I started wearing jeans And I have to admit that at first I was incredibly insulted---I was even a little put off. I mean, why w

After this, Jesus traveled about from one town and village to another, proclaiming the good news of the kingdom of God. The Twelve were with him, and also some women who had been cured of evil spirits and diseases: Mary (called Magdalene) from whom seven demons had come out; Joanna the wife of Chuza, the manager of Herod’s household; Susanna; and many others. These women were helping to support them out of their own means. Luke 8:1-3 Joanna was the wife of Cuza the manager o

We were on our way out of town, when I had to mail a letter. As I got out of the car and walked toward the mailbox, I followed my normal pattern and looked all around the yard of the big house by the local mailbox to see if the dog that viciously attacked my Mom and I when I was a little girl was out and about in the yard. Then a thought occurred to me: The dog attacked me when I was in elementary school---it’s been over thirty years---that dog is dead. As I got back into