The Call I sat across from her at a local coffee shop —me with a latte in hand, her with eyes brimming with tears. But I just want to know, she shared. Is this what I’m called to do? My heart ached as I listened to my friend…
Was it real? Their steps were heavy with grief as they walked toward the tomb early that morning. Silence hung in the air between them, reminding them of their sorrow. How could he be gone? Shock still gripped them as memories of his death plagued them —the tang of his…
Fear of Shadows Tears trickled down her 2-year-old cheeks. Knees high, she quickly lifted one leg, then the other, afraid to let her feet touch the ground. If I hadn’t known better, I’d have thought she was walking across hot coals. My youngest and…
There is a tree on Johns Island about 12 miles from the Ashley River in South Carolina that is said to be at least 400 years old. The Angel Oak. This Southern Live Oak stands about 65 feet high with a circumference of 25.5 feet, and its branches reach…