Story Harvest

I grew up in a loving Christian home. We went to church every week. I loved the pastor—he was my Dad. If something was happening …

I have had a hard time accepting God and His actions. Just this past summer, I watched and cared for my grandmother while she died …

“Dad, why are you pulling over?” I asked, as our blue SUV came to a stop on the side of the highway. “The radiator’s overheated,” …

It was a beautiful, sunny day. I had the music up, the window rolled down, and was tapping my finger on the steering wheel as …

When I was a teenager, my parents, twin sister Laura and I lived in a 100-year-old, remodeled ranch house on 40 acres of rolling hills …

It was a peaceful Friday afternoon. Vases of flowers and cards filled with loving messages covered the polished table. The painful panic was just beginning …

What amazes me about people is that even though some are faced with seemingly insurmountable odds, they move ahead with courage and hope. I’m inspired …

When I was growing up, my weekends felt boring and ritualistic. Since my dad is a pastor, we went to church, and then my parents …

Ciara was our first child, born during the lazy days of summer when hopes were high and dreams weaved themselves into the fabric of our …

Like many people, I grew up in a poor family. My mom was a single mother to us four kids and did her best to provide …