Callie Mitchell 6 Minute Read Speak to me inside of her. That was the word the Lord whispered into my heart the day I hit my knees in prayer for a friend. I had struggled in our relationship. We were in a Bible study together and it seemed that no matter how I tried to encourage her in her walk…
Natasha Metzler 6 Minute Read I don’t remember every word they said; I just remember the way I felt. I was a young teen. I’m not even sure how old. Maybe fifteen? We were at a church function, perhaps just a Sunday service. I was alone in the bathroom and when I stepped out I heard two voices talking. For…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 4 Minute Read When my professor told me I wasn’t participating in discussions enough to earn an A in his literature course that semester, I had an idea. Confessing that my heart stopped beating if I so much as thought about speaking up in class, I told him that if he would just call on me and save me…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 4 Minute Read I had spent too long in front of the mirror that Sunday morning. After swapping with a friend a bag of clothes we no longer wanted, I had a new-to-me lacy top to wear to church. That Sunday morning also happened to be one of those first indecisive spring days: the morning began with a…
Natasha Metzler 4 Minute Read There are so many stories. They pile up and run over and leave aching sorrow behind. And sometimes I think the hurt that grieves God the most is that which is inflicted by believers. We speak so rashly, words slashing and leaving bloodied hearts behind. We’re broken human beings, but unfortunately, some of us forget that truth…
Caroline Rose Sanders 6 Minute Read I had been called many things, but “traitor” had never been one of them. Until that day at the orphanage in Haiti when those hurting children took their anger out on me. I crawled crying into my parents’ bed that night and I remember them saying, “They probably don’t even know what that means.” And…
Caroline Rose Sanders 3 Minute Read Cars run on gas, trains run on coal and I on words. I hardly remember a time when I wasn’t eating up poems, gnawing on novels and drinking in the sweet sound of my mother’s reading voice. These words made me want words of my own and when I started my own run-on sentences online, I…
Shelley Smucker 4 Minute Read “Who does she think she is?” “I don’t know, but she definitely tries too hard.” “I mean, I can’t believe she is after him. Like she has a chance with him.” “I know, right? It’s painful to watch.” It was an innocent enough scene, teenage girls lying in their bunks at a summer break retreat,…
Brianna J. Siegrist 6 Minute Read My twins are eight years old. They love kittens and rainbow ponies and Nancy Drew Jr. I look at them and see myself, at eight. See my chewed-off nails and curly pink scrawl. I wrap my arms around them and tell them the things I wish I could go back and tell myself. Your signature…
Kami Williams 3 Minute Read It was a common scene for us. My friend and I were taking a walk in one of our favorite places. It was a beautiful and breezy fall day with plenty of conversation. My friend needed to vent — a lot — and I was ready to listen. Still, the more she talked, the more…
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