I have learned that I cannot continuously give away pieces of who I am to appease other people. The priority has to be, first and foremost, “I am God’s child, God’s prize possession,” and I have to accept who God tells me that I am. The tunnel did not get the final word; God did, and God’s truth became the light that led me forward.

I’m learning that it’s possible to disagree without sowing discord, even though the internet would have me believe otherwise.

After tragedy, I didn’t just wrestle grief—I wrestled trust in God. This is the story of how control became my survival plan… and how surrender became my way back to peace.

When we encounter division and hatred, our response should reflect the heart of Christ—standing for justice while still showing love, pursuing truth while extending grace.

Our life is but a vapor, but it will have true meaning when we look to Jesus for everything.

By Barb Lownsbury The swish-swish of the windshield wipers kept rhythm as I searched through the dreary, rainy parking lot for a close...