Furiously working on a talk for a women's retreat, I felt a weird sensation on my neck. The retreat was sixteen days away, and I would present five messages. This was talk number three. I loved the content: recharging through...
With a writing idea brewing in my brain, my fingers touched the keyboard. I paused, asking God to speak to me and through me as I usually do.
Breathing deeply, I sighed as I looked at my screen.
I'm tired, spent, oversensitive,...