What if…we could see the big picture?
“Mommy, I can’t see,” Kylie said. “The turn is too big. I want to go back.” Jessica could hear the stress in her daughter’s voice and knew tears were threatening to spill from her eight year old. Still, she stayed behind her daughter watching carefully as Kylie...
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...