As our website was about to launch after months of writing and editing, there was a whisper in my head that continued to taunt me: doubt. Not doubt in what God told me to do. Not even doubt in the words I had written, because I believe those are His and not mine. It...

Praying, to me, felt like paper airplanes thrown into the air to an Almighty God that I couldn't quite wrap my head around. Hope thrown into the darkness, into the expanse of the sky. To me, the word “pray” was so overused that it seemed to have lost its conviction....

As we approach Easter, I want to see Jesus like the characters in the old Bible stories who were climbing sycamore trees, reaching out through crowds to touch His robe, flocking to the hills to hear Him speak.  Leading up to Easter, I long to see Him everywhere. I...