A true Southern woman who knows any cook worth her gumbo starts with a roux and who never wears white after Labor Day, Christa writes "not-your-usual Christian Fiction. Her debut novel, Walking on Broken Glass in 2010 was followed by The Edge of Grace, which released in August of 2011. Love Finds You in New Orleans will be available in early 2012.
Christa is the mother of five children, grandmother of three, and teacher of high school English. She and her husband Ken live in Louisiana, where they enjoy their time between dodging hurricanes and anticipating retirement.
“And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of
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On January 18th of this year, I retired after 25 years of teaching high school English in public schools in Louisiana. Teaching was grueling and glorious, frustrating and phenomenal, challenging and championing. In thinking about
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By Kellie Coates Gilbert I hate to admit this, but my decision to live my life for Christ left me in fear He might make me go live in Africa or something. I’d seen the
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“So we are Christ’s ambassadors; God is making his appeal through us.” 2 Corinthians 20 NLT Oh, my. Does my daily life truly mirror being an ambassador for Christ? I fear my diplomatic status being revoked.
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Let me not react, but act instead. Let me realize that feelings are fleeting and fickle, and emotions too often manipulated by people, places, and things. Let me be grateful this morning for another day with
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I’m rereading John Ortberg’s God Is Closer Than You Think:This Can Be the Greatest Moment of Your Life Because This Moment Is The Place Where You Can Meet God. Here are some passages from the book
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But Jesus immediately said to them: “Take courage! It is I. Don’t be afraid.” “Lord, if it’s you,” Peter replied, “tell me to come to you on the water.” “Come,” he said. Then Peter got down out of the
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Hank Phillippi Ryan wrote a blog post entitled Sob Sisters, about crying, and that she cries at everything. I almost cried because I discovered someone who cried as much as I do. Theaters would probably
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When I became a sober person, I committed to what–in Alcoholics Anonymous–is called a 90/90. Ninety meetings in 90 days. Consecutive days. Not a guarantee of sobriety, but after that length of time, somebody’s bound
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If you’re the mother of a teenager daughter (or daughters–mercy), and you’re wondering why God hasn’t extended you the offer of a sacrificial altar, sit on your hands until the darlings reach their 20s. The
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