Slammed Shut I slammed the door in the pastor’s face. I’d had it. I didn’t want flowers, cards, or phone calls in my hospital room, and I most certainly, didn’t want a visit from the pastor. Hours away from giving birth, I wanted to be left alone. How was the church going to help me?...
"When faith’s foundation is Christ, not the pandemic crises of life or even the gates of Hell can shake it."
For the past two years, I have been writing a book exploring what dwelling with God looks like in our culture of busyness and distraction. The book writing process is taking a long time because, well, I’ve been busy. I’ve gotten distracted. You can see why God has some things He wants to teach me...
