Bamboozled By a Buddy
One day when I was sixteen, a drinking buddy got in touch. He said a great New Year’s Eve party was coming up in Uppsala, a city about a three hours’ drive away. He went on and on about how...
One day when I was sixteen, a drinking buddy got in touch. He said a great New Year’s Eve party was coming up in Uppsala, a city about a three hours’ drive away. He went on and on about how...
I had just turned thirty. I was traumatized. And I was standing at a crossroads in life—a life radically different from a short six weeks earlier when I was married and had a thriving journalism career. I was not only...
When people use us, abuse us, and accuse us, we often have a knee-jerk reaction. We get angry and may “vent” to people. We may choose to defend ourselves and accuse the accuser. But that’s a mistake because, in doing...
I had to make a choice that would change the course of my life—and my attorney only presented me with two options: I could take a plea deal and potentially go home in three and a half years with good...
Despite the flood of emotions that arise in my soul when I am abused, accused, or otherwise misused, I have learned that waiting on God’s vindication will serve me better than any feeble attempt I can make to even the...