What if…we could turn back time?

Michael lifted the envelope out of the box from under his bed and gasped at the familiar handwriting. He didn’t remember writing anything, let alone placing it here in this hiding spot. How is this possible? He ran his fingers over each letter of his name “Michael Phillip Smith” written in black ink. He turned…

What if…we used our words for good?

Mackenzie slipped quietly out from her pew as the pastor prayed the benediction. She didn’t feel like talking with anyone and just wanted to go home. The service was encouraging, but the comment concerning her appearance earlier still bothered her. She felt defeated like a wilted flower on a hot summer day in need of…

What if…God “bleeped” us?

Mackenzie tried to smooth the wrinkles out of her skirt as she stepped inside the church. She knew it was the same one she’s worn for the past few weeks, but the fire took all of her clothes and the insurance money wouldn’t come for another week. Would the others notice? She hoped not. Even…