I called my grandmother the other day, and it struck me that whenever we express excitement for an upcoming holiday, she always says, “It’s so nice when all four of us get together. It’s always a good time.” Not always, I’m tempted to think. Given our situation, things can get

Dual-Level. Dual-Identity. English major and Education major. The student and the teacher. Who am I meant to be? Over these last 5 years, I have watched friends graduate, find jobs, find joy. This year I got married and moved 2 times and changed jobs and it feels like that’s enough

As we wind down this semester, when the stress levels are high and sleep is low… remember in all things God is good. We must take this time we have and use it to benefit His glory and kingdom. We must study hard, and make sure we are putting our

“What is it that preoccupies your mind? That is your religion.” My pastor preached a sermon on Sunday that distinguished between being fleshly-minded and spiritually-minded. On the one hand, because we are created in God’s image, aware of His existence, whether we admit it or not, we are naturally spiritually-minded

I don’t know about you, but I grew up reading the Biblical book of Psalms as individual songs—laments for times of suffering and praises to God for times of rejoicing. I had never read or thought about them with the Gospel of Christ in mind. Even though this beautiful book

Less than six inches outside the front step of The Rock Ministries’ main building, ahypodermic needle, its needle tip missing and filled with blood, laid on the concrete. Just downthe block from one of The Rock’s facilities, a store with a vibrant yellow sign displayed in allcapitals: “XXX VIDEO STORE.”

This is the continuation of a devotional series I started in March about my favorite Psalm of all time. Last time, we left off with little Julianne reading “Even before a word is on my tongue, You, Lord, know it completely” in her school’s small library years ago. I used

When someone asks how I feel about Graduation, my stomach curdles. An oozing, crackling voice slips into my head to hiss, “It will all be gone. It will all be over. You will fall and shatter on the ground before you have the chance to spread your wings.” Waving the

Written by Abigail Wagher It had been thirty-two days since the sun had died and the shadow drought began. At least, they thought it had been thirty-two days. Without the sun, it had grown hard to keep track. Now there was just a constant state of starlight. A boy did

I want to be like the sun. Each morning, I wake up, and the sun greets me with a glorious wave, with streams of pinkish light reaching down to wipe the sleep off my face. As the day goes on, the sun grows warmer, smiling down on my little life,