Chick flick.Gossip.Eat.Guy-talk.Repeat.For most of my teen years, this was the precise formula my friends and I followed every time we got together for a “girls’ night.” I attended many sleepovers and girl get-togethers that consisted of nothing but junk food, binge-watching movies, analyzing available guys, and gossiping about the latest romantic sagas unfolding around us.There
The cozy living room was filled with the sound of cheerful conversation as people began to congregate in the quaint home. I found a seat near the piano and observed the eclectic mix of believers who had come together for this weekly time of worship, Scripture reading, fellowship, and prayer.
An older woman in my life tends to share gossip with me. I desire to honor and respect my elders, but it’s difficult to shut this pattern down and not participate in gossip. Do you have any encouragement?
Death and life are in the power of the tongue.Proverbs 18:21aThe church sanctuary glowed with candlelight as Eric and I stood hand-in-hand, surrounded by the most important people in our lives. Our much-awaited wedding day had finally arrived, and each moment seemed to sparkle with significant meaning. One of the most powerful aspects of the ceremony was when our parents and spiritual
I clearly remember the night, at around twelve years old, when I first witnessed a scene that broke my heart over the churched youth in America. I was invited to visit a friend’s youth group. As I quietly sat towards the back of the church I noticed a young man walking into the youth group. He quickly spotted a young lady he found to be attractive and began...
An Introduction from Leslie Ludy:A number of years ago, our Christian publishing company arranged for Eric and me to be guests on a “Christian” radio show to promote one of our books on purity. But as soon as I got on the phone, I knew something wasn’t right.
As I watched Eric’s red Toyota Camry pull out of my parents’ driveway, my heart soared with spiritual inspiration. It was the third time that Eric had driven me home from the music studio where we were both taking lessons.
Jealousy has been an ongoing battle for me. I know it's not godly. In the midst of my struggle, people around me seem to be flourishing. And although I'm happy for them, I am also insecure and jealous. What do I do?
I couldn’t focus. My thoughts were zoned in on how much prettier she was than me. So much taller, more put together, her hair more perfect, her clothes more elegant, her manner reserved and poised. I momentarily took an inventory of myself. Bouncy, out-of-control curls, old comfy jeans, layered sweaters, and chunky handmade hemp jewelry.