I sit in church scared. I can’t focus on the message; I’m just so worried. Worried that I am causing guys around me to sin. Worried that I’m somehow leading them astray – even though I kinda look like a …

It was a typical Wednesday night at church. Hoards of overly-energetic teenagers clustered in little groups, giggling and whispering over the S-E-X Talk they had just been treated to by a rather sweaty middle-aged deacon. A rather grungy 10th grader …

There it was, blinking at me from my inbox…an email from a former college friend’s mother. After a wordy paragraph explaining her concerns about her daughter’s choices, she wrote, “I wish you two were still close. You were always such …

I don’t want another boss! 9-year-old me thought, fist clenched against the wooing tug of the Holy Spirit. We were at the church’s semi-annual revival and I wanted to be anywhere else. The questions the preacher was asking made me …

“Time flies when you’re having fun!” So much truth in that little pithy statement, isn’t there?  When we look back over the course of the last five years of our lives, each of us are in awe over where God …

Rachel admitted to me that she’s never fantasized about her dream wedding, but she dreams of being a mother every day. She plans to get married, because she’s a Christian and feels that a husband is the right way to …

“Ah! Mom! Get out!” the 17-year-old shouted in outrage as she and her boyfriend tried to hide under her purple-patterned comforter. The door slammed and the God-fearing mother stood frozen in shock. What went wrong? Her mind screamed as she …

Worst.  Date.  Ever.  It trumped the date where I had an allergic reaction and my lips swelled up like inner tubes. It beat out the date where the sweet guy stared deeply into my eyes and said not one word… …

It’s here again…. that dreaded time of year. It’s hard to comprehend a time of the year more dreaded by singles than tax season, but here it is…Wedding Season. That stretch of time from May -August when everyone of marriageable …

*Excerpts used with permission from a college sophomore’s journal. Dear Diary,* I sat in church last night, worship flowing all around me, when I suddenly realized I did not mean one word of what I was singing.  It was the …