Almost twenty years ago, a child-support mistake led to a warrant, jail, job loss, and more—even though I had the receipts. This is what that season taught me about false accusations, forgiveness, and trusting the God who always knew the whole story.
A good heart report brought relief, but turning 55—the age my father never got past—raised a harder question: What am I doing with the time God has given me?
A woman I’d never met went looking for the man who mentored a boy twenty years ago. She found him — and found her way back to church along the way. Part two of a story about unknowing influence.
I thought I knew how my story was supposed to go: marriage, children, career, family, and growing old together. Then life changed. This is what I’m learning about loss, bitterness, tomorrow, and trusting God with a story I never expected.
Thirty-one years ago, my almost 16-year-old cousin Michael died in a tragic accident on Lake Cumberland. What happened that summer taught me how precious and short life truly is, and why our only lasting hope is found in Jesus Christ.
A stranger’s Facebook message about the wrong Mike Davis made me realize you never know which moment in your life someone else is still holding onto.
I never told her what she did. Sixteen years later, I still haven’t. She was about ten, and one sentence she said in the car changed the direction of my life — even though she has no idea it did.
At 38 years old, one month married, I found out my LAD — the artery they call “the widow maker” — was 99% blocked. My doctor told me someone was watching over me. This is the story of the warning my father never got, and what I’ve done with it since.
When my life fell apart, I lost friends, my reputation, and even my freedom. Yet through wise counselors, unexpected friendships in jail, and a deeper understanding of Christ’s suffering, God transformed my heart and taught me compassion for the broken.
Have you ever felt broken beyond repair? This is a raw, honest testimony about losing a father at 12, surviving a widow maker heart attack, and how God kept putting me back together every time I fell apart. Turning 55 and still standing — not because of luck, but because of grace.