Somewhere past Toad Suck Park and Pickle Gap, a cabin nestles in the foothills of the Ozarks—the cabin I called home last week. I spent the Fourth of July in …
The Whispers of God
I gave my heart to Jesus during a West Texas thunderstorm. Twelve and terrified, I just knew the hundred-year-old lumber of my great-grandfather’s farmhouse provided little shelter from the imagined …