WE NEED THE LIGHT
It was my junior year in high school. We were in English class, the last class before lunch. Suddenly my
Author: Phyllis Farringer
Moving Mountains
I usually try to avoid asking God, “Why?” Not because I don’t want to know, but because I have
A Matter of Perspective
I didn’t know what I was hearing. I only knew I shouldn’t be hearing it. Barely awake when
Who is your neighbor?
WHO IS YOUR NEIGHBOR? I don’t remember her name. I don’t remember if I even knew it, actually. The details
The Right Time
Though the incident happened years ago, I remember it as if it was last week. After a hectic few days,