Yesterday, I heard Tamar’s cry. She’s empty, broken, abused, and hopeless. Sadly she is not alone. There are millions of women in our world that are crying the same tears as Tamar. It feels so trite to say things like,… Continue Reading
“So Tamar lived, a desolate woman, in her brother Absalom’s house” –Gen. 13:20 I couldn’t drown out Tamar’s calloused tears this morning. I think it was that cold hard word…desolate. A state of bleak and dismal emptiness. It’s a word… Continue Reading
Day Fourteen: That He Would Be Weak I lay down and slept; I woke again, for the Lord sustained me. (Psalm 3:5) Undoubtedly my son will one day be faced with trials, tribulations, and overwhelming demands of life. Indeed Scripture… Continue Reading
I first read Wuthering Heights in high school and to this day it remains my favorite book. For those not familiar with it, it’s the story of a man who loses the woman he loves. Blaming their respective families, he… Continue Reading