All of a sudden, she changed positions and told me how “The Dress” clearly spoke to her spirit. No, the dress didn’t really speak to her, but the realization that Jesus just loved her so much, that He was willing to pay full price for her. [...]
“Mom, sit down.” Carol’s distressed call came from Indianapolis saying, “Jeff was killed about an hour ago.” How does one cope and react to such an extreme, heart-rending pronouncement? [...]
You see, this was no ordinary veil. While every veil is special, this one was handmade in India for the Bride, a gift from her grandparent’s missionary friends to India. Supposedly, a keepsake for generations to come. [...]
See, Jesus saved my dark little soul as a little girl, and yet my choice was to run. But He never stopped loving me, and just when the light of hope was about to go out, Jesus showed up on a postcard! [...]
By Carol Sokolsky The wind was howling, and I was awakened by both the sound of thunder and the little white fur ball that dove under the covers at that first sound of [...]
In my newness to this field of work, I often feel at a loss of what to say when a patient brings up their mortality; I’ve been blessed in my life that I haven’t lost anyone who I’m very close to, so this topic is somewhat uncharted territory for me [...]