What if…we stopped with the guilt?
Cheryl kicked the door closed with her foot as she tried to balance her grocery bags, purse and briefcase. “Hello,” she said. “Could use some help here. Anyone?” Silence. She gritted her teeth. Why are they never around when I need them? Cheryl shuffled into the...
What if…we forgave as Christ commanded?
Samantha slammed the door causing the pictures on the wall to rattle. “That’s it. I’ve had it,” she said. Why had she trusted him again? Weren’t the past two times enough for her to open her eyes? Samantha stomped to the living room, plunked herself on the couch, and...







