It was a Sunday morning. We drove to the church that we had been to countless times before. We were greeted on the door by two lovely women with warm handshakes and genuine smiles as they welcomed us. The service started. We sang. We worshipped. We prayed. And then it was over, and the part of church I dread most began. [Click title to read more]
Is There Anybody Out There?
Is there anybody else out there like me? Sometimes, it feels like there isn’t, and I wonder if I really am the only one. I know there must be others like me out there, there has to be, but I’m just struggling to find them. Maybe you feel like that too. [Click title to read more]