As the youngest of eight, raised modest in the Kentucky hills, we knew hard work and Scripture. When God called me into ministry, family questioned this calling due to it not being how they believed. By then, I had…
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I give free haircuts once a week to men coming out of jail, rehab, or homelessness. People ask me why I do it, and the truth is simple: I know what it feels like to look in the mirror…
After I had some heart issues, I began walking to improve my health. Walking was a form of mediation, and an invitation to grow in both my physical and spiritual stamina. As I was hustling through the mall, it…
I came to the United States in 2018, already in my third trimester of pregnancy. The plan was only to visit for a short time and buy a few things for our baby. But the situation in Venezuela worsened…
There’s something incredibly special about spending your entire life in one place. I’m 65 years old, and I spent the first 18 of them on Johnson Road in Wallburg, North Carolina. It’s a quiet, meandering road dotted with ranch…
For most of my life, I carried invisible wounds. Childhood trauma left deep marks–emotional, physical, and spiritual–that I didn’t know how to face. I learned to survive by pretending everything was fine, but inside, I was unraveling. To dull…