PUBLISHER’S LETTER + LETTER FROM THE EDITOR
By Linda Evans Shepherd & Amber Weigand Buckley Linda Evans Shepherd I was seven years old, and I can still feel my small hand tucked into my father's strong one.…
By Linda Evans Shepherd & Amber Weigand Buckley Linda Evans Shepherd I was seven years old, and I can still feel my small hand tucked into my father's strong one.…
I have no bitterness toward those who look down on me for sharing about Jesus. Just like the woman at the well, how can I not? But that encounter stirred something I've thought about ever since: how sad it is for those believers who would silence a woman's voice, even when that voice is simply trying to tell the good news...
I didn't plan for revival. I planned for nine hours of teaching—at the Blue Ridge Mountain Christian Writers Conference. But as I delivered my Speaker’s Masterclass, as well as my class on Reaching Today’s Women, the Holy Spirit stopped me...
I was walking out of a medical building when a gust of wind swept down from the Colorado mountains and hit me at ninety miles an hour. I suddenly had a flash of what I would look like with a busted nose and no teeth. But then I heard the quiet voice of the Lord say to my spirit, “This is not a time to be passive.”
A few weeks ago, I was keynoting the Blue Lake Christian Writers Conference, reflecting on a remarkable revival sweeping through writers across our country...
A surprising number of people are afraid to pray. They love God, but when it comes to talking to him, they freeze. They worry about praying “wrong,” stepping outside his will, or somehow offending him—as though God is scoring their performance. Out of fear, they offer him something he never asked for: prayerlessness. But prayerlessness is its own kind of silent treatment...
As we gather with Christian communicators from around the world, I'm reminded of the extraordinary power of story...
Why is it that heartbreak so often happens during the holiday season? As the world sings, “O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,” tragedy can suddenly zap away our joy. Loved ones can pass away, and lives can be turned upside down...
By Linda Evans Shepherd Linda Evans Shepherd As I write to you, my Christmas tree is glowing softly in the corner— each light a tiny reminder of the miracle we…
I stepped onto the pavement and tried to swing my other foot free. As I stepped out, the gondola rocked wildly and the heavy car struck me square in the back of my rib cage and knocked me to the ground. Pain exploded through my back as muscle spasms seized me, leaving me unable to rise from the pavement. My family helped me up, but by the time I reached the ER, scans confirmed the worst: three broken ribs...