By Teresa Wells There was a time in my life when the Bible was optional. I believed it was the Word of God, and I found it interesting—but it wasn’t important to me. The confusing names, difficult concepts, and age-old stories were church stuff. Now, though, I can’t live without my Bible. It gives me […]
A Daddy Named Joy
By Teresa Wells My dad’s name was Joy. It was an ironic moniker for my stoic and manly father who spoke only when necessary. When I could wrangle a few words or a grin from Dad, I was elated. I miss him. When my mom, brother, and I get together, we share our Joy stories. […]