By: Brooke Keith “PUSH!” Long before I knew that nurses will quite literately SCREAM at you to up your adrenaline to push when it is medically necessary to speed up delivery, I was a 15-year-old girl with braces on my teeth thinking to myself how “mean” this nurse in the purple lipstick was as she held up my bony leg. I can still see her in my mind. My mouth was cut up from the specialized hee hee who who’s of it all. Gums on metal. And my little hips? Not developed all the way. Makes me a...

By: Brooke Keith Chronic health issues… I’ll take things I don’t care to talk about for $1,000, Alex. This week has brought its own set of reminders for me that I still have to be a good “patient.” That one has always been hard for me. When I was diagnosed with MS 14 years ago, I remember hating that sudden feeling of being a patient. Ew. It wasn’t fun. It wasn’t comfortable. And I was constantly having to do things that I didn’t want to do… to ensure I was up and at ‘em. The healthier I got...

By: Brooke Keith (Excerpt from upcoming release) There’s a hallway I’ve been in my whole life. And it’s not success I’m waiting on. The Lord has been so faithful to open doors. Doors to ministry. Doors to heavenly riches. Doors to service. Doors. I doubt Dorothy’s farmhouse was large enough to include a hall. Not if we are being time period specific. When you read the book, it sure feels like home girl was running awfully fast to get away from it. So fast she left during a tornado. That’s...