When you’re a writer and have to produce words daily, you occasionally suffer from brain freezes that, unfortunately, have nothing to do...

Earlier this week, my baby brother turned fifteen. To most people, that would barely count as a milestone, but when there are ten years...

The sun was bright over the Jezreel Valley as our tour group reached the top of Mount Carmel. It was 2010, and I was spending three weeks...

During my sophomore year of college, my roommate, Amy, and I were up late one night editing stories for each other. In a somewhat typical...

The quiet in the used car lot was broken by the squealing hinge on the door of a 1951 Ford Country Squire station wagon. A tall man, too...

In recent months, a few of you have asked about why I’m posting less often on this blog—apologies for not giving an explanation sooner....

A few months ago, I wrote a blog post about “Questions and Answers,” cataloging my journey of the questions I asked when I was a toddler,...

Spring is sometimes a tease. She peeks her head out from behind Winter’s skirts just long enough to get us excited before ducking back...

Ten years ago, when my family moved to the home where they live now, my dad planted several fruit trees in our tiny “orchard.” Apples,...

“Captain Matthews.” “Yes?” “They’ve made the final decision. You’ve been chosen.” “ . . . thank you, Commander.” # The thing about...

Sometimes I forget that Jesus cares about the little things. Throughout His earthly ministry, though His gaze was often fixed on the...

For many years, New Year’s Day has been a time of looking back and looking forward—a day of two faces. This becomes all the more apparent...

When I was little, I hated endings. I cried on the last day of Kindergarten because I wasn’t ready for it to be over. When I finished a...

Used I want to have a heart split wide open to the world to give a listening ear offer a willing hand speak a kind word to help with...

Today I found a half-finished poem I wrote a few years ago about my first home—a duplex in Olathe, Kansas. The poem was far from...

Part 2 of 2 of a short story I wrote a few years ago and dusted off for this month’s “In Another World” post. You can read Part 1 here....

Here’s part 1 of 2 of a story I wrote a few years ago and dusted off for this month’s “From Another World” post. Part 2 of the story will...

The summer between my junior and senior years of college, I interned at WaterBrook Multnomah Publishing House in Colorado Springs. For...

In times of chaos, the holy places become refuges, symbols of tenacious, desperate hope. Because no matter how bad things get, no matter...

When I was signing up for classes and workshops for the American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW) Conference last spring, I really had no...