Freedom Isn’t Free
On May 7, 1968, a battle was raging in the jungles of Vietnam. My daddy, a mere twenty years old,…
On May 7, 1968, a battle was raging in the jungles of Vietnam. My daddy, a mere twenty years old,…
When I began my daily run this morning, I smelled smoke in the air. Kenneth had burned some brush the…
I’m not really a girly-girl. Never have been. I hate to shop, and it takes me forever to pick out…
Mothers have a special place in God’s heart. Of all the ways God could have chosen to insert Himself into…
I can tell you straight up what’s hindering me from running: laziness. I’ve not exercised consistently in over a year….