by JoAnn Crane I am in a lush green garden, with the sound of a gentle breeze blowing through the leaves of the trees. The air is sweet smelling and the sun is warm on my skin. It is the most…
by iampiper It was early when Naomi awoke, searching for energy to get up. She has been feverishly packing and is exhausted. Naomi manages to pull herself out of bed and light the lamp; it was not yet dawn. …
Writing stories is something that many authors did as little girls, dreaming of one day becoming a famous writer. Those of us old enough may have tapped away on the keys of a typewriter, white-out in hand, dreaming of creating…
By Julie Moore How would I know? Well, I’m a woman. I have lots of friends who talk. I’m a blogger who communicates with other women bloggers. I’ve ministered to women in and out of Christian circles for about 17…