I am a proud woman. Strong. Resilient. Built Ford-tough with just a touch of emotional instability during March Madness. And while I’ve faced many challenges in life… nothing quite prepared me for what happened yesterday. Duke. A buzzer beater. The moment came when I was finally settling into a dangerous level of confidence. It wasn’t perfect—mistakes had been made—but we had battled back. Me from the armchair. Them from the court. A true partnership. Ten seconds left. We had possession. And then… A decision was made. A bad pass. Not just bad— horrendous . The kind of choice that makes you question everything you thought you knew about basketball, life, and trust. Turnover. And then… a 35-foot three. Braylon Mullins. Let me be clear: Braylon Mullins was 0-for-4 from three-point range. Zero. For. Four. And yet—naturally—he chose that exact moment to hit the most important shot of his life for UConn. Of course he did. That tracks. Meanwhile, Cameron Boozer stood there after the game—eye ...
When Certainty Crumbles There was a time when I felt sure-footed in both faith and politics. I thought I understood who the good guys were, who stood for God, and which side carried truth. But lately, the world feels upside down. The ground beneath me quakes, and the walls of Jericho seem ready to tumble, not from the trumpet blasts of faith, but from the noise of endless voices all claiming to hold the truth. Every headline feels like a battlefield. One group says this is righteousness, another says that is justice. Israel, once held as the sacred thread of God’s chosen people, is now tangled in a web of politics, agendas, and ancient wounds reopened. I find myself asking, Who do we believe anymore? The War for Truth I’ve learned this, spiritual warfare isn’t always about demons in the dark, sometimes it’s about deception in plain sight. It’s about sifting truth from propaganda, love from hatred, faith from fear. We can love the Jewish people as Scripture commands and still question...