A Manipulative Heart – Coffee with Delilah
I stare at the notes I’ve written for this interview and shiver, not from cold but the foreboding in my spirit. Worries of how this session will play out resurface. Why can’t I just relax? You know why. What could God possibly want me to share about Delilah’s story?...
A Woman Delivered – Coffee with Mary Magdalene
Her arms slip out from behind the long-sleeved tunic, revealing scars crisscrossed like a busy highway intersection. I couldn’t help but stare. She follows my gaze. “They’re ugly, huh?” Instead of pulling her sleeves down, she shoves them higher, laying her arms out...







