From Wild Boars to Open Doors
So there I was, in JPUSA’s dining hall, looking for a guy in a Pig Pen T-shirt with a ring of keys the size of a…
So there I was, in JPUSA’s dining hall, looking for a guy in a Pig Pen T-shirt with a ring of keys the size of a…
I discovered I was pregnant. And I wasn’t sure of who the father was. When I told my fiancée, he accused me of adultery. The news…
It was a rainy day, and chilly. I was hurrying back from Walgreen’s with my son’s prescription and a lot on my mind. As usual,…
As a young Christian I questioned my use of time. What if I wasn’t investing in kingdom building? I worried if it was all for…
Just about everybody has heard about that ancient tree in the Garden of Eden which bore the fruit that lured the first parents of the human…
I recently read the poem “The Guest House” by Rumi and wrote my own poem in response: Welcome, welcome, welcome Fear of Future. Sit down with…
When I moved into Jesus People, I moved into a room two doors down from another woman named Sarah. Sarah was, and is, one of my…
Late at night I lie awake in bed shaking, and remembering Jeff. Jeff was the first guy we ever had in our family group. It’s…
You know, most women have a desire deep down inside to be “found.” Whether it’s hide and seek as kids, twirling in circles in front of…
At JPUSA we have a tradition of collecting and using “ugly mugs” from thrift stores in our neighborhood. Our use of tableware has gone through several…