Kelly Yonce

A face worth seeking

A face worth seeking

 Learn more About Voices Blogs  My three-year-old’s hands are always sticky. It’s typically snack related, but I also have a theory that she is biologically predisposed to sweat a jam-like substance from her palms. One can never be certain. When she wants my...
Children of light

Children of light

 Learn more About Voices Blogs  Let me begin by saying I’m grossly unqualified to start this discussion, but it’s still my responsibility. I sat with fellow church staff questioning how seven teens from the same school could attempt suicide, one of them succeeding. We...
Sunday best

Sunday best

 Learn more About Voices Blogs  I grew up in a church where we put on our Sunday best. Pristine shoes click-clacked up a concrete walkway lined with azalea bushes. Casseroles were carried, friendly glances exchanged and everyone had an assigned seat. My assigned seat...
Holding on for dear life

Holding on for dear life

 Learn more About Voices Blogs  The hospital gown wasn’t doing me any favors, as my bottom was still exposed. The nurse pulled me into a hug position, squeezed my elbows, and told me that I was “doing great.” It felt like bee stings as the needle entered my spine. My...