Author: Brenda

Eating breakfast my eyes search the cherry tree outside the window for birds. My heart turns to Jesus and instantly I feel bad because it seems like I’m not …

Growing up I loved pretending. I was usually an orphan running away from the orphanage and taking some babies with me, meaning my teddy bear named Honey Bun and …

This year I’ve been focusing on being authentically me, the person God created me to be instead of operating behind a mask or through filters that aren’t truly me. …

I have a confession to make. I can’t resist buying socks, no matter how stuffed my large drawer is (dedicated wholly to socks). I don’t care about trouser socks …

As always, I’m excited over the new year ahead. It holds the promise of wonderful things, like the luxury of walking, months after foot surgery. That doesn’t mean life …

“The other day we went to see a waterfall,” my friend Amy tells me, referring to her spiritual time with Jesus. “There were steps to walk down and he …

My plan was to spend my morning at the local college library. It was perfect—a few hours away to write without interruptions and distractions. I ran into a few …

As younger teens, my kids would spend Christmas afternoon having a Christmas party with their cousins. That left my husband Terry and me for the rest of the day …