A young mind is firmly set–heart determined to find its own way. New paths to explore and new adventures to be had. The broad road beckons … And a child wanders off the path of life. Her head and knees are bowed–heart bared. Tissues littered across the floor. Anguished sobs interspersed with declarations of truth and hope … A mother … More Homecoming
Often what we think we need, isn’t what we need. Often what we think is broken, isn’t what is broken. And often what we think will bring healing, isn’t what brings healing. In those times, I am so grateful for a loving Father who knows me so much better than I know myself. I was … More You Know Me
I have this rocking chair in the corner of my bedroom that I have affectionately called “the prayer chair” for years. I have quite a history in that chair. In fact, I’m pretty convinced that history itself has been changed from that chair. But it’s been empty a lot the last couple of years. I’ve been in … More A Prayer Chair Epiphany
Cindy Powell 