Jules enters Louise's office with a wide grin. Her face is aglow and her energy appears high. “How are you, Jules?” “I'm good, thanks to you.” “No—thanks to God. But this is good to hear. So, are you ready to dive-in?” “I am.” The notebook on her lap slowly opens. “The exercise gave me a lot to think about. I have never met a therapist who gives this type of homework.” “As a Christian Counselor, I lead my clients by the Word and coach them to read and study for the

Many of us travel on airplanes that take us to distant lands. Flying is not my favorite thing to do, but it’s necessary to get me where I need to be. However, among all my domestic and foreign travel, I will never forget this flight—or the destination it took me to. My dream starts with my family and I flying on a plane. There is no one else on board with us, not even a single flight attendant. And like any plane reaching its altitude, we are well within deep pockets of clo

Jules sits in her Fiat, waiting for God to reveal His presence. As she waits for the Lord, her gaze fixes on the small details of a Smith and Wesson resting on her skirt. It’s not easy for a girl struggling between two opinions—good and evil—while navigating the burdens of life. What else is a woman on the edge of adulthood to do? She believes her life depends on a saving grace as streaks of lights pass her on the road. "I'm not leaving until I see you," she says. "I need y

What should a believer do when demonic forces appear in a dream? The answer to this question became personal when I found myself standing in a room witnessing something deeply unsettling. My husband and I were standing a few feet away from two animal-like creatures fighting. As we watch, my husband is confident in discerning who he believes he sees. “That’s Satan!” he says, gesturing at the two figures. Then, an eerie silence falls. They stare at us; we stare back. One

My eyes are shut, and I’m somewhere between being asleep and awake. I see Jesus approaching a large, white building. He is wearing a long, white robe, as in my first dream, and every subsequent encounter. I, too, am wearing white. I vividly recall wearing a white pantsuit and a pair of dark heels. As Jesus nears the entrance of this building, I narrowly close in. Because of the shoes, I labor to keep up with His pace. Assuming He knows that I’m struggling, He stops and tu