I had a plan for how life was supposed to work. As a girl who had grown up on the mission field, graduated from Bible college, and married a man in pastoral ministry, my life was mapped out. I would...

When I first I started the ministry in my village, it was very difficult for me to share the gospel with villagers because they hated Christianity so much.

Vijay came to Bright Star House 10 years ago, a young boy who lost both of his parents to HIV/AIDS. After his parents’ death, none of his relatives wanted to take care of him. They were afraid of...

In the remote hill tribes of Northern Vietnam, we were researching people groups for a mission agency. That particular day, we were traveling down a jeep track that attempted to follow a river as it...

In 1986 we had an earthshaking spiritual awakening. We were finally, after 25 years of marriage, on the same page spiritually and going in the same direction – a great joy to both of us.

In the spring of 2001, Tim and Linda Flowers decided to take their two kids, Melanie (15) and Daniel (11), to visit their families in their hometown of Demopolis, Alabama. They had no way of knowing...

It was the summer of 1999, and I had just finished my freshman year of college at Texas A&M. As part of a student exchange program, my job for the next three months landed me in North Carolina.

The first time I heard the gospel was in Mexico. I was visiting several apartment complexes looking for a new apartment for my family. While I was looking, I visited one complex where some people were...

By God's grace, my career of following Jesus has been pretty simple up until this year. Sure, I was still occasionally tempted to sin and probably should have been working through things from my life...

Grief by definition is intense sorrow. I would describe becoming a widow as a deep pain throughout your mind, body, and soul. It felt like an amputation of half of my body. It took time and resting in...

Sixteen years ago, I drove to an unfamiliar church and sat down among a dozen or so women. Looking back, I can say that was the start of a journey that has changed my life.

You may have noticed something on the cover of our worship guide this week looks a little different. Your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you. We’ve recently made some updates to our church logo.

I will never forget the moment I was humbled by a young middle-schooler. He had recognized to some degree that I was making a conscious effort as his youth pastor to entertain the students instead of...

The Great Commission. Weaving gospel threads. Making Disciples. Growing up at Brook Hills, you could say I’d heard about these things a time or two. But, for some reason, knowledge of these truths...

We all have a story, don't we? And everyone's story has a past, a present, and a future. I want to begin my story by telling you about my past, to give you some context for where I am today...

I met Anna on our first day of college at UAB. We quickly became close friends, bonding over many things, including our similar upbringings. We both grew up in middle class households with loving...

Have you ever thought to yourself, I have no idea how to help my husband? Have you cried to God, "Please, tell me what to do!"?

Two summers ago, I found myself standing in front of twenty high school students from The Church at Brook Hills. It was their high school camp called Apex, and the topic of conversation was how best...

"On Friday, September 21, 2007, I received a phone call from a DHR caseworker asking if I had room in my home to place a 12-month old, mixed race baby girl..."

Ten years ago, I experienced what I thought was the greatest joy in bringing a little life into the world. Five months later, I experienced what I thought was the greatest sorrow in burying the man...

If you asked me four years ago if I would be spending the summer after my senior year of college in the Middle East, my answer would have been a very strong, “no.” However, the Lord took me on a...

"I’ve always loved children. As a young girl, I couldn’t wait to reach the acceptable age that would allow me the privilege of babysitting. When that coveted age finally arrived, I hit the ground...

My favorite day of the week is definitely Friday – not because it is the start of the weekend, but because it’s the day I volunteer at Oliver Elementary. It’s a wonderful thing to know that, by...

"So, there I was, almost dragging John Miller to his classroom, and when we arrive, lo and behold, Jaime James was his teacher. We were both so relieved. I was like, ‘thank you, God!’ John Miller...