As little girls, we dream of being Cinderella.  We long to find our Prince Charming and to live happily ever after.  What we seem to forget in our daydreams is all that poor Cinderella had to experience in her life just to get to the place where she could live happily ever after.
As a young child, Cinderella lost her mother.  After her father married a woman who hated her, he himself died.  This poor young girl went from a Princess to a pauper overnight as she became a servant to …

I have admired the work of Charles Stanley for years. He is a man full of Godly wisdom who is able to present the truths of God in a way that makes you feel like your  Daddy has just lovingly admonished you. In his latest book, How to Reach Your Full Potential for God,  Charles Stanley has stuck with his usual loving exhortation while sharing the truths so many overlook as they seek out God’s will for their lives.
I appreciated the fact that in a culture which prefers …

When it comes to sweet melodies, there are few which can compare with the sound of an old friends voice.  Just a simple “Hello” and you are transported back in time.  The wrinkles disappear from you face,  your crown of glory returns to youthful shades of brown, the challenges of life seem to fade into the abyss because on the other end of the phone is someone you love deeply and miss much.  That sweet sound, that link to days gone by is one to be cherished and valued far …

Have you ever felt like you just can’t get off the ground?  Maybe you are depressed.  Maybe you are struggling in an uncertain economy.  Or maybe you have a dream and a desire which God has placed within you that you just cannot seem to get going.  In times like that, you can feel helpless and afraid.  You flap our wings and yet all you do is move in circles.  It makes me think of our newest family member, our sweet cockateil, Sunshine.  Since Sunshine’s wings are clipped, he cannot …

I was blessed when I was first married to receive a special gift from my mother.  It was a pitcher and basin set which had been her grandmothers.  My mother had carried that set around  with her for years.  She had protected it and kept it safe in a house full of rambunctious brothers.  It had survived several moves throughout her adulthood.  It even endured as she raised three daughters of her own.  I am sure she often thought about how she would pass on this special set to one …

After one year, 40,000 words, 210 pages and an incredible amount of breaking and being refashioned by God, I have finally completed my book on fear. This is quite a day of celebration! And yet, in it all, I feel a sense of, dare I say, fear. Fear that when others read what I have poured my life, heart and soul into, they will mock it and ridicule what I have shared. Fear that now that it is complete, it will just sit on the shelf …

Where were you on September 28, 1995? Do you remember? I do. Little did I know that as I put the hot rollers into my long, brown hair, applied my make-up and put on my black and red dress in the wee hours of the morning, I was preparing to meet the man I would spend the rest of my life with. I am sure he would have never guessed either that as he drove in the early morning hours to Lubby’s Cafeteria in Nashville, TN , …

I must admit something.  I have not always honored the office of the Presidency of the United States, or I guess I should say, I haven’t always honored the person holding the title of President.  You see, I have great esteem for the leaders of our land.  One reason for that is because I love this country and all she represents, the other reason is because we are instructed in the Word of God to do so.
When Former Pres. Clinton took office, I was one of the unhappy ones.  I …

I don’t think any of us will ever forget that awful day when planes dominated our attention, lives were lost, buildings were destroyed and the skies were silenced overhead.  Fear welled up in each of us as we pondered the future of our country and the fate of our freedom. I know for me, that day was a day that will live on forever in my mind, but not for the reasons you may think.
That awful morning, my baby boy, then 18 months old, was sitting in his chair in …

There is nothing like writing a book on fear to help you to see where you have been living in fear. That is what has happened in my life. While writing my up and coming book on fear, I was forced to come face to face with the truth. I had been living an incredibly politically correct life under the guise of doing it for God, so I could bring more people closer to Him. That was a bold faced lie. The truth was that …