When I was seven years old I jumped off a high dive. It seemed to shock everyone in the pool that day, especially my mother. I don’t know if you were like me or not, but when I was younger
Arrgh, I yelled in complete frustration. For the third time that week I was standing in my kitchen with a pool of plastic food containers around my feet. My frustration had reached its peak as every time I pulled
Some mornings might begin with the same numbers staring back at you: the same bills, the same low balance, the same unanswered messages, the same unanswered Read More »
My wife was angry at God yesterday because a dear friend “Just can’t get a break.” She was overwhelmed by yet another medical disaster that our Read More »
In an instant-gratification-addicted world, where we need and want answers, meals, information and almost everything instantly, we sometimes treat our prayer life the same way. If Read More »