The Color of Love
The morning sky seemed like a water stained, black and white photograph. The recent memories of a client’s struggle muddied my thoughts...
The Color of Love
Once Upon a Christmas Past…
Still Choosing to Call God Good
An Encouraging Word
Even Adults Aren’t Grown Ups
Who Walks the Recesses of the Deep
Remembering El Salvador….
Drowning in a Feeling, or Living in the Truth?
Mercy, Mercy – Me.
The Best Posture & Presence for any Situation