Do you ever dream big?  I do. I sit at a table at Barnes and Noble next to a tall stack of my newly-released book. Dozens of people line up behind the table, waiting patiently to get their own copy. In this dream, I stand up, offer you a warm smile, and extend a firm,

The memories of the hours and days following my mom’s death in January of 2000 are a big blur of soul-groaning. I carried a heavy weight, a dark and lonely ache. So lonely. I sensed that words like grief, sorrow, and mourning weren’t big enough to describe what I felt in the pit of my

It’s time to pick up our mats. When I heard God’s first whisper ten years ago, like a faint image disappearing out of the corner of my eye, it seemed to be gone as soon as I turned. There was too much noise in my life to hear Him. Shhh. What was that you said?