I listen, hoping my instincts will kick in, but all that is heard are the imagined judgments whispering from the crowd.

Silence returns a second time as the speaker and students are abruptly whisked away, and my soul feels again the gentle whisper to execute.

Splash. A flawless arc draws my gaze away from the rim to glance at my surroundings.

Being chased by my dad in a South German field, my feet gave way and I toppled into the angry red coals of a dying bonfire.

The car noticed my fear starting to build as I began restlessly shifting gears back and forth behind unhurried cars.

...my eyes started to wander and I looked at the waves crashing around me and the water underneath my feet.

God slapped me in the face. I had asked him to reveal what the problem was and he did.

It wasn’t until the car left and I kept walking that I realized. God was in the car...

As I hit the eighth I was in tears; my God was kneeling down to the level of basketball to show me His love for me.