Nancy Hobgood Waking to the Word


ever present

With sweaty palms and my heart about to beat out of my chest, I slowly moved on the stairway. I look back and wonder why fear so overwhelmed me. Our home sat at the...


talking to myself

When the muscles across my forehead tighten and grumbling best describes my attitude, I know I’m in a bad mood. A long running litany of complaints consumes my thoughts and at times nearly come...