A Diary Made PublicKate's StoryKate sipped her latte and glanced around the cozy coffee shop trying to gather her thoughts. Suddenly, she smiled. She’d just thought of the perfect title for her newest blog post.
The movie theater lights grew dim as a quiet expectancy fell over the audience. I relaxed in my plush stadium seat and eagerly awaited the opening credits to come onto the screen. It had been a long, emotionally exhausting week, and I was ready to be distracted from my worries...
CLEANSE ME FROM SECRET FAULTS.Keep back Your servant also from presumptuous sins; let them not have dominion over me. Then I shall be blameless, and I shall be innocent of great transgression. Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O LORD, my strength and my Redeemer.
It took only a moment for the joyful contentment in my heart to disappear. I was jarred into a panic by the blaring siren and flashing lights suddenly in my rearview mirror. Oh no! No, no, no! What did I do? After years of driving, I had never been pulled over … Until now. I resisted the tears that began to well up, pulled off the road, and quickl
Betsie ten Boom always had a special gift for creating beauty. Her family did not have much money, but somehow through the years Betsie always managed to add a sparkle of loveliness and warmth to each room in their house.
It was a hot summer’s day in 1923. A young Scotsman named Eric Liddell took his place at the starting line next to the other runners, gearing up for a challenging 400-meter race as an expectant crowd watched from the sidelines. As the starting pistol cracked, he bolted from his position like a bullet, tearing down the racetrack with incredible intensity.
My eyes nearly doubled in size the first time I saw the clip-on “man bun” for sale online. Sheer shock, a laugh of disbelief, and the sobering reality of the present state of our culture all washed over me in a matter of seconds.
I walked into our bedroom late one night at the end of a very busy, long week…and there it was. The pile of laundry that had been slowly growing for several days now loomed in front of me like an insurmountable summit of shirts and socks and towels.