Why I Had to Go to Jail

Sitting on the hard floor with my feet extended,the contrast of my warm winter boots nestled between two sets of rubber flip-flops on bare feet struck me. One inmate had carefully written her initials in ink above her toes, because even though they were only rubber...
Why I Had to Go to Jail

Why I Had to Go to Jail

Sitting on the hard floor with my feet extended, the contrast of my warm winter boots nestled between two sets of rubber flip-flops on bare feet struck me. One inmate had carefully written her initials in ink above her toes, because even though they were only rubber...

When Eaglets Fly

I’ve thought a lot this week about what a mommy eagle must do after her babies learn to fly.  I keep coming back to this: She must keep flying. She surely doesn’t return to her nest and pout (which I have done before). She surely doesn’t quit eating...
The Gift of Friendship

The Gift of Friendship

I spent some time last night talking to one of the models who works with the same agency as Olivia. I could tell she needed encouragement. I could tell she felt insecure. Beautiful but doubting herself, she was wrestling with so many different things about her future....

What Happens When We Stop "Being Afraid"

Right before Nick was diagnosed with his first brain tumor at the age of 7 in 2002, he was part of a musical at our church entitled, “Fish Tales.” This music was all about being strong and courageous as you share the love of Jesus. Nick loved that...