Experience the glorious love of God through timeless narratives.

Alone in a new and unfamiliar environment as a freshly matriculated medical student, I distinctly recall the profound moment when the image of the Holy Spirit speaking seemingly right by one's ears, akin to a whisper through a pair of earrings, manifested in my mind one serene morning after meditating on Isaiah 30:19b-21. It was in that very moment that the seed of the inaugural fairy tale of Her Mother's Flowers took root within me. Throughout the ensuing years of rigorous medical school and demanding residency, the Lord continued to inspire an array of stories, each imbued with His teachings, as I delved deeper into the wellspring of His love and goodness, and experienced the fulfillment of His promises. Therefore, it is clear that these stories cannot be rightfully claimed as mine. They are His - profound testaments to His unwavering faithfulness, poignant records of His boundless goodness, and tender love letters that were originally penned to me, now flowing back as my sincere offerings to Him.

-aebdgr