
Hold up My Arms
2020 was rough. We all know that. We all lived it. I am not sure most of us have even Continue reading
2020 was rough. We all know that. We all lived it. I am not sure most of us have even Continue reading
Eight. That is how many steel prison doors I walk through to get to our pod to do classes with Continue reading
“I’m not where I want to be.” That is what I told God through tears last week. It has been Continue reading
Ironically, I thought 2019 was a hard year. I remember sitting up late on Christmas Eve, holding my daughter’s hair Continue reading
Over the last couple of months, I have found myself saying “what if” a lot. I’ll be talking to my Continue reading
I thought that prison was where I first met you. I was a volunteer. You were clean, clear eyed, sad, Continue reading
This was not the plan. He had done everything that was asked of him. He had heard God. He had Continue reading
Our church opened back up today for the first time in a really long time. Since we were asked to Continue reading