Story Harvest

“Don’t give up! Keep pushing!” As I look into the eyes of this innocent woman, I know right away that I am far from home. …

I write music; always have. Since I was four years old and teaching my sisters the lyrics to my first hit, “sister came and popped …

My husband and I were enjoying a warm summer evening and talking about the trip to Steamboat Rock State Park we were planning for the …

It was a warm summer day in 1975. I was living in Atlanta, Georgia, at the time teaching Social Studies. We lived in a town home in the …

I’ve changed my name because I want to keep my privacy. And I didn’t post a picture of myself because I don’t want anyone to …

It was my freshman year in college and a group of friends and I decided to go camping in Yosemite National Park. My friend Noel …

The mud was as slippery as wet ice. The van in front of us was trying to make forward progress, but every time the driver …

We were studying about the last Days…raging fires, shivering mountains, approaching soldiers, and fearful saints. We charted the Time of Jacob’s Trouble, the Time of …

I was sitting in my office one day working on a project with a deadline looming over me when the phone interrupted my focused concentration. …

One rainy Sunday morning in 1980, I was sitting in a large, brown beanbag chair in our living room in Killen, Texas, feeling an emptiness …