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devotionals.
Unlike typical devotionals that derive at a perfect ending, sometimes the road to redemption is not an easy one. My devotional-style writings capture sentimental realities as snapshots of life we can all relate to in one way or another.


Miracle Kisses A Boy
Miracle kisses a boy in her quiet musing. But Chase Montgomery isn't just a boy; he's a rising star on the high school football team. Chase is a boy that his number one fan finds pleasantly charming. “Will you be my girl?” he asks, holding her hand on the afternoon bus. “Okay!” she responds with shallow, rapid breaths. This day is one she’ll never forget; the adrenaline one feels when a rollercoaster nears its highest altitude describes a crush like hers. What should I do abo


Losing Henry
Henry eyes the horizon, having his mind set about the direction his life will take. Having a perception about what love is and ought to be presents a set of challenges of its own. A war rages between good and evil for a prideful, wayward son of a praying mom like Fran. “The bible says…” says Fran. “But I believe…” Henry declares. A draft settles in the house, expanding the chill between Fran and her youngest child, who knows everything, he thinks , about life. "Self-deception


Destiny
Grace stands backstage with her prayer warriors. Her mind travels through the long suffering, refining, and destiny it took to get here. In the distance, she hears the indistinct chatter of people filling the stadium. The rising angle of her lips reveals comfort as Addison Road's "Hope Now" serves as her theme music for the evening. In the passing moments, she shakes to a series of dings. “Praise the Lord!” she answers. “Praise the Lord,” he returns. “All I want to say is God


A Sweet Melody
Not today, Satan, Bre thinks lying on a gurney, as a sonographer scans her right breast. It didn't work then, and it won't work now. She knows all too well the scare tactics of the enemy. The father of lies devises ways to trigger anxiety, doubt, and fear. Today is no different, she thinks, lying calmly, staring at a single, square tile of a blue sky on the ceiling. Someone thought to put this mural there, for women who are lying in wait―in wait hoping to not hear the word
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