Author: Whitney McKendree Moore

On the Rocks?

I had long been a shipwreck-in-progress, albeit in ultra slow motion. It wasn’t until I was nearly forty that I actually crashed, frightened and forlorn, vulnerable and exposed, on the rocks, caught in a storm that simply would not pass over. Old friends saw my need for rescue and pointed me into the rooms of recovery. Read More …

Empty View?

I felt sad yesterday to see several women on <em>The View</em> mocking the idea that a person can hear from Jesus. To me, it was a call to prayer, especially because I was just like that once: unwittingly a prisoner, trapped within invisible walls that were as thick as Jericho. It was no coincidence that I encountered Read More …