I sat down for the umpteenth Sunday service. Same row. Same struggle. Same insecurity. Never perfect enough…or perhaps just never enough. I was exhausted...
When I lived in Peru for a few months, some days I felt like I didn’t belong. I was a tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, one-armed...
Guys, I have a confession to make. I’m a twenty-five-year-old Bible college graduate, and I JUST realized that the armor of God is, well,...