Growing up in Saddle, Arkansas, Ashley McBryde doesn’t remember a time when her preacher father, William C. McBryde, didn’t have a bible and gun nearby. Reflecting on her earlier years, McBryde penned ...

Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it. Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices. I see ...

I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat ...