By Kristen Wells A 20-year-old young woman sits in the dark, heavy with sin. Chest heaving and face burned with tears, crying out for forgiveness, “Oh wretched man that I am…” Asking to be released from the overbearing burden, “Who…
“Rabbit trails”… I looked it up the other day to make sure I was using this idiom correctly ~ to make sure my understanding of the phrase tallied with the common usage. It turns out that a “common usage” doesn’t…
As I approached, camera in hand, to capture the beauty before me, I was overwhelmed with the fragrance of the white blossoms; announcing the arrival of spring, a fragrance most sweet ~ intoxicating. I love the arrival of spring, new…
Blessed be the Lord, my Rock, Who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle. My lovingkindess and my fortress, My stronghold and my deliverer, My shield and He in Whom I take refuge, Who subdues my people…
By Kristen Wells Where oh where has the white picket fence gone? Do you remember those days? When the “American Dream” was being married with two kids, a dog, and a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence. …