An older woman in my life tends to share gossip with me. I desire to honor and respect my elders, but it’s difficult to shut this pattern down and not participate in gossip. Do you have any encouragement?
Death and life are in the power of the tongue.Proverbs 18:21aThe church sanctuary glowed with candlelight as Eric and I stood hand-in-hand, surrounded by the most important people in our lives. Our much-awaited wedding day had finally arrived, and each moment seemed to sparkle with significant meaning. One of the most powerful aspects of the ceremony was when our parents and spiritual
I clearly remember the night, at around twelve years old, when I first witnessed a scene that broke my heart over the churched youth in America. I was invited to visit a friend’s youth group. As I quietly sat towards the back of the church I noticed a young man walking into the youth group. He quickly spotted a young lady he found to be attractive and began to make his move.
An Introduction from Leslie Ludy:A number of years ago, our Christian publishing company arranged for Eric and me to be guests on a “Christian” radio show to promote one of our books on purity. But as soon as I got on the phone, I knew something wasn’t right.
As I watched Eric’s red Toyota Camry pull out of my parents’ driveway, my heart soared with spiritual inspiration. It was the third time that Eric had driven me home from the music studio where we were both taking lessons.
Jealousy has been an ongoing battle for me. I know it's not godly. In the midst of my struggle, people around me seem to be flourishing. And although I'm happy for them, I am also insecure and jealous. What do I do?
I couldn’t focus. My thoughts were zoned in on how much prettier she was than me. So much taller, more put together, her hair more perfect, her clothes more elegant, her manner reserved and poised. I momentarily took an inventory of myself. Bouncy, out-of-control curls, old comfy jeans, layered sweaters, and chunky handmade hemp jewelry.
I’ll never forget the moment when I knew — really knew — that Eric Ludy was different from every other guy I’d known. It happened on a warm summer morning in the Rocky Mountains. Our church group had gathered for a two-hour hike through a rambling forest trail. Eric and I fell into step beside each other as branches and leaves crackled under our fee
Walking through the house, I called out for my mom. I was carrying a heavy load of personal hurt that was growing increasingly painful, and I was hoping for a little magical-motherly-advice on what I should do about it.