by A.C.S. Bird
I had considered attending the OCW summer conference for many years, but always the cost or timing prevented my participation. This year, however, after years of freelance writing and editing, my yearning for fellowship and collaboration outweighed financial concerns. Providentially, my last-minute investigation
by Angela Ruth Strong
When it comes to contests, I’m like a little girl all excited to get my ears pierced, but when it’s time to actually have a hole punched through my earlobe, I wonder, Why did I want to do this again?
In the same
by Sharon Fischer
I glanced over at my computer, then quickly looked away in aversion and despair. Every time my eyes fell on it I was reminded of my failure to sell any of the stories God had led me to write. Over the years He
By Laura Bradford
But when the lyrics began to describe the depths of Jesus’ sacrifice—how He let humanity trample Him like a flower tossed on the ground—a stab of conviction pierced my heart. If my Savior gave everything for me, shouldn’t I
Psalm 45:1
A wedding song.
“My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses for the king; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer” (Psalm 45:1 NIV).
Bob and I are retreads; we’ve each been married before. Not something
