Dad collapses into the chair and repositions his bum knee. Handing him the breakfast menu, I kiss him on his cheek and repeat quieter...

Written by April Dawn White Over the chatter of the opposing team, my daughter overhears the coach call her name. Rachel jogs from left...

I pull on my favorite JMU sweatshirt, elbowing the tiny faucets at the corners of my eyes. Tears trickle down my face.  Eager to pitch,...

Why are you called to create content for the mainstream audience? This question haunted me for days. I stared at the blank screen and...

Shoulders slumped, my ten-year-old daughter moped to her place in right fields. Rachel prefers first base, but instead the coach placed...

I will trust and NOT be afraid. (Isaiah 12:2, NIV) Mutiny! We are staging war against worry. Worry is trying to creep in our home. As we...