"One Day At a Time"

  By Kay Mejia “Trust me and do not be afraid.” These words were on replay in my head for days. As calm and as gentle as the untamed sound of the wind: “Trust Me and do not be afraid” was, and still is, the backdrop of my days following the news that brought me… Read More

"Praiseworthy…"

  By Jennifer Smith It is easy for me to write and communicate when life is going well. But when life is heavy, I find myself not wanting to write or even mutter the simplest of words. It is like I am convinced the less I talk of troubles the sooner they will go away. … Read More

"Compassion Cares…"

By Janet Cline Fatigue, high liver enzymes, problems focusing, and confusion sent me to my GI doctor. Standard tests and procedures showed that I had stage 3 cirrhosis due to autoimmune hepatitis. He prescribed immune suppressants which were supposed to help prevent my immune system from continuing to attack my liver. I began feeling better,… Read More

"Renewed…"

We race out the door. A new normal for my family and me. Not normally ones who are late, but with two children and life, it’s not easy to be on time anymore, no matter how hard we try.  Car started, off we go. The kids are excited. My husband and I are too. We sing on the way. We’re headed to church. Something we used to do more often but with kids, a self-run business, and life going on all around us, we have slipped away. No excuse, but that’s our excuse.  My husband pulls up. Kids and I jump out of the car as if we are filming a mission impossible scene. We drop the kids off at child care and head in. The church we go to is huge–so big it is in an old race car track.  We’re walking as quickly as my fractured foot will let us. Music is blaring, people are singing, lights are dim. We enter the main church area. I gasp. It is hard to breathe. My heart is pounding and I feel tears rushing to my eyes. The feeling is so strong that the further in we go, the harder I find it to breathe.  It’s God. The presence is amazing. We find my mom and my sister and join in the singing. I read the words we are singing; they resonate not only in my heart but way down into my soul. I feel tears rolling down my cheeks. I fight back the weeping.  I pray all the time–for myself, for others, for strangers I don’t even know who need prayers. I talk to God constantly. He and I, we’re buddies! I talk to Him as if He is sitting next to me. Many would find me crazy ‘cause half the time I talk out loud to Him. But today at church it was Him who did most of the talking.  He takes away fear, sin, sorrow, and so much more when I talk to Him at home. But today…by literally stepping one foot inside those church doors, God cleansed my soul. He must have known I needed this, because when it happened, I felt incredible. I felt refreshed. I felt…renewed.  Read More