Everyone has a story, a voice, an expression of God-breathed humanity entirely unique to his or her self. And yet, so often those stories go unheard, the voices never lift above a whisper and a piece of God’s creative design remains concealed in the shadows. Why? We...

Why do I live in a house filled with people, who talk loud late at night, keep the sink filled with never ending dishes, and kick their shoes off all over the house and leave them there for me to trip on? I ask myself...