Story Harvest

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 …

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

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 …

Some moments I repeatedly think back on because they confirm that God loves me. My family often spent Saturday afternoons in nature with friends. About …

Miracles and wonders happen. Three times God has touched me in electrifying ways changing the course of my life. Yet the biggest wonder, the grandest …