Three weeks before graduating college, Callan was diagnosed with a form of lymphoma, requiring six months of brutal chemotherapy. At twenty-three, she is a writer, artist, and tough-as-nails survivor. Hear what kept her going, and why she proclaims one...
On my way to the airport in Ft. Lauderdale, I had to exit the interstate to gas up my rental car before turning it in. I wasn’t thinking about where I was, or even what it looked like; I just needed a gas station. I was getting ready to fill up the car when...
This morning, I was approached by a man outside of a McDonald’s who said he had seen me in the store, and was prompted by the Holy Spirit to give me a message. The message was “You are going to be fine.” For someone still recovering from...
Cleaning out my mother’s house made me determined to run right home and do a similar decluttering in my own. After all, when do we ever have the motivation to work our way back to the last stray paperclip in the junk drawer, unless we have to hand the...
It’s been a while since I’ve had as satisfying an evening as watching Clemson decidedly triumph over Alabama, 44-16, in the national championship game. And before my Alabama friends get their feelings bruised, let me explain why. First, there was the way...
