After our mandatory quiet time was over, I shuffled around the kitchen in a daze adding ingredients to our bread maker for french bread. Flour, a bit of sugar, warm water, one farm fresh egg, a pinch of salt and a little oil; no sooner than I hit the start button I knew I had…
Father God, I don’t even know where to start, I feel so trapped. I want to write–for my words to ignite thousands of women’s hearts to be on fire for you. I want each word to be the catalyst that makes each women turn around and run back to you–brave in their faith, steady in their walk, and…