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If we could pursue any vocation where money, position, gender, education, or age wasn’t an issue, what would we do? How many things would fade from our mental “must do” list as we imagine the possibilities? For many of us, external demands have carved our fate, plotted our course, and launched us into a whirlwind. Our dreams that once bubbled

In a perfect world, relationships should come with an investment guarantee: This person will not break your heart, offend you, manipulate you, or neglect you. Sometimes, I feel like a spiritual black sheep when it comes to relationships, rather than a white fluffy-puff of goodness. Girlfriends can be hard to bear when estrogen levels drop, relatives can be exhausting, and

We live in a world of change: environment changes, fashion changes, technology changes, and even our hearts change as we grow in spiritual maturity. So, why does change put our defenses into a panic? Change announces there will be an unforeseen result. Our present situation will be replaced by something unfamiliar and our faith is challenged. We can’t stop life

There are times when we meditate on the Lord, and we know God is our sufficiency. But, when finances, estranged relationships, or demanding responsibilities threats our well-being we still meditate but often on the wrong things. When I experience fear or apprehension, it’s usually because I’ve focused on “lack” or “load.” Either my expectations were not met (lack) or I

 © Lightstock Once a year, we remember the soldiers that died while serving our country. On Memorial Day, we recognize these self-sacrificing men and women. We live in freedom because of their bravery, but we’re still in a war. Peace can bring a sense of false security. We can become complacent and forget that we live in a fallible world.

High school memories are often bittersweet. We choose to forget the awkward moments, and we focus on the long-lasting friendships that made coming-of-age years bearable. Good or bad, high school years allowed us to dream about adulthood. Some dreams were crystal clear but for others, like me, barely visible.     I’m a John Marshall High School alumna. In the