"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
In churches across America, a quiet but consequential conversation is unfolding. It often begins with a question—sometimes whispered, sometimes posted publicly on social media....
“I sit here and silently cry as I rock my sweet baby. How am I supposed to raise him and his two sisters up to leave our home and go into such a scary world?"
"I simply want to dare you to change something. It may be the simplest yet the hardest thing you have to change, but I'm going to dare you to change it, anyway."
"God knows, I’m immature in terms of manhood, integrity, purity, how to treat a woman like you with sisterly love, but I know God is still teaching me, pruning me, and nurturing me to be the man that He designed me to be."
