For years, I thought my greatest education came from classrooms, graduate school, and earning advanced degrees. Then one student taught me a lesson no textbook ever could—a lesson about compassion, trust, and the choice to keep loving others after your heart has been broken.
Three ladies. That's how Women in the Word began. Five years later, hundreds of women have gathered around God's Word, forming lifelong friendships, growing in faith, and witnessing His faithfulness every step of the way. This is the story of an ordinary promise, an extraordinary God, and the ministry He built.
We gathered before sunrise, breath visible in the cold air, rain tapping steadily against poster board signs. The cardboard softened as the morning wore on, ink bleeding at the edges, but nobody left.
Every choice I make is an opportunity to walk out this exchanged life. Whether it's responding kindly when I'm wronged, giving generously, or simply choosing gratitude over complaint, it all comes back to this new reality: I no longer live, but Christ lives in me.
We all know whom our workplace should call if something happens to us. But does our family know whom they should call?
In The Color of Water. McBride relates his own life raised in Queens as one of twelve black children born to a white, Jewish woman.
