Do you have a dream waiting to be birthed?
Have you been putting your destiny on the back burner?
Is your business or ministry becoming stagnant?
Is the fear of lack holding you back?
If so, you are not alone.  Every day, everywhere dreams are dying, destinies are destroyed and businesses and ministries are declining simply because of financial needs.  Everything seems to cost something.  There are generally two approaches to fixing this problem.  First we whine and complain about not having the money we need to accomplish the task.  Or we do what …

When I was asked to review “Transforming Church in Rural America” by Shannon O’Dell,  I wasn’t sure what to expect.  But coming from a small town and having attended rural churches on and off throughout my life, I was interested to read what a pastor who has defied all of the odds in rural America had discovered.
I must admit that I am hesitant to critique this book too strongly because although there are definitely areas to improve, the underlying foundation is obviously a deeply rooted passion for Christ.
My first visual …

When I was asked to review a book by Andy Andrews, internationally known speaker and author of New York Times Bestsellers The Traveler’s Gift and The Noticer, I was really excited.  This man is certainly someone who has been leaving his mark on the world. In a time were heroes are made out of men and women who are esteemed as important because of what they do and how much money they make, this book was a breath of fresh air!  The stories were captivating, the illustrations were exceptional …

I must admit, when I first began reading this book, I wasn’t sure how I was going to feel about it.  I have been on such a rampage lately about the demise of femininity that I was sure this was just going to be one more  book in a line of recent releases full of lies and leading more women astray.  I am happy to say, I was wrong.
It took me quite some time to read Captivating in its entirety, but not because of the book.  I was in the …

It was a winter evening in 2001. I was sitting in our living room in Nashville, TN when my husband walked into the room to find me sitting in a pile yarn and crying. I was trying to learn to crochet, and my skeins of yarn had gotten tangled and knotted. I was losing my cool as I grew more frantic by the minute when I looked up at my husband who lovingly asked if he could help. Calmly, he took the yarn into his calloused hands and …