Deb Mott

She was walking out to get her coffee in her car as we were walking in to the church. The […]

A surge of energy and power came with the very first words. It was a warm welcome but followed by

“Please God, take away my breasts.” This was my prayer at nine years old as I stood in my yard

Mudslinging is one thing, dirt bringing is another…the call is,  “Come just as you are, but please COME!” Most of us