Heart Strings by Kim McKnight

I remember that night so well.  The night my heart broke as I sat in my car with three brave young mamas who called The Sparrow’s Nest home.   I had been volunteering for The Sparrow’s Nest for at least a year, working mainly in the office sorting donations and doing...

Guest Blog: Unborn life is asking

When someone asks you to be a part of something and this thing will require effort, thought, time, maybe even work, what is it that drives us to say yes? Sometimes it’s the person asking. We feel an obligation to that person, or even become scared of the response from...

Part 1: God whispered “Nehemiah”

Do you remember when your toddler was learning to build with blocks? They would take those 2 or 3 blocks with those little mitten hands and try over and over again to stack them up successfully. During the process they would undoubtedly get frustrated when the blocks...

He Didn’t Exactly Smile When We Shook Hands

In fact, I was a bit intimidated by the presumably 6″4′ young black teenager I was meeting. I was in the very small kitchen of a very small house right in between Kingshighway and Martin Luthur King Dr. The walls had been patched with cardboard to keep out...