Debbie Wilkins Baisden

Had I convinced myself I was such a “good Christian”? Outwardly, I was doing Christian things, but inward self-security lulled me to sleep.

My son doesn't believe in God.

God is worthy of our slow study. Rushing through His Word is offensive and superficial, so let's pump the brakes on what these verses can t

August 5 was the last time I saw my beloved husband alive.

Standing on wobbly legs in that parking lot, I slowly scanned the horizon. Black sky had surrendered to navy before arriving at a muted...

My son cannot cross the street without me. He is no toddler. The kid is 13 years old. Thirteen. And he cannot cross the street alone....

I've done a lot of stupid things as a mother. Far too many regrets in both word and deed (and thought) that I cannot take back. If I'm...

I prayerfully hesitate writing this article. I’ve put it off. I’ve wondered how to put thoughts into sensible sentences. Yet I feel...

I am so weird. When I get home from grocery shopping, I like to put up all the groceries myself. My family is often sweet enough to...

"Mrs. Wilkins, I'm sorry to tell you that your husband is deceased." Time froze that morning and I along with it. There is no string of...