The best day of Jennifer Hopkins' life was the day she went to jail. So, when Jennifer's tires hit the narrow path leading into camp for her first Christian women's retreat at The Well, she wasn't sure what to expect. Though she had healed physically from her 16-year crystal meth addiction a few years prior, there were…

A spark was ignited that would not go away. Two years later, three of us took a trip to Kenya to learn more about these young women and how the educational organization works. The spark became a flame. Young girls who had no control over…

As a parent, you want your kids to contribute positively to society, be a kind person, get a job, do the right thing. As a Jesus following parent, you want your kids to make the decision to follow Jesus. The kicker to the whole Jesus following kids is that you, if you’re like me, want them to make the decision on their own.

I’m sitting at my desk at home, and just to my right, tacked to the wall with a finishing nail is a little paper strip with four photos of my daughter Ellie and me.  You know what I’m talking about – they’re from one of those timed, carnival photo-booths, where you have to change positions, props and faces super-quick, or you’ll miss one of them. Or all of them.

As a girl, I believed in everything. Santa would come at Christmas, the Easter Bunny at Easter, my teeth would be silently taken by the Tooth Fairy, the Devil had horns and a pitchfork, and God was some man in a white robe who wore sandals and was constantly judging every decision I made. That’s what my imagination saw based on what I heard around me.

This experience made me want to hold everything I own more loosely and trust God more genuinely than ever before. I mean, I can obviously see Him in the physical blessings of my life, so why can’t I trust Him with my heart?

On the last day, I watched as the father of the house, who had been helping the team build in every way, received

In 2001, I was just a shadow of the man God Intended when I was formed and born into this world.