Our house is loud: three kids, two dogs, homework battles, and a schedule that feels like it’s held together with duct tape and prayer. For years, we tried teaching our kids about Jesus through bedtime talks and Sunday devotionals, but…
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After my wife passed away, the world felt unbearably quiet. She loved gardening more than anything: roses, daisies, tomatoes, even the stubborn little herbs that never cooperated. We used to tend them together on Saturday mornings, coffee cups in hand,…
When a normal school day turned into a life-or-death moment, a middle school teacher named Sarah discovered that God’s presence isn’t limited to church walls. Sometimes, He shows up right in the middle of a classroom. It was a…
I donate clothes to psychiatric hospitals and women’s crisis centers, not because I have extra money or an overflowing closet, but because I remember what it felt like to walk into a place like that with absolutely nothing. Years…
Most of my life has spent hidden. Some due to circumstances and some due to personal actions. I grew up with an alcoholic mother who was very abusive. The thing about that was that she was only that way at home. To…
I grew up in a home where winter felt like an enemy that we could never quite outrun. My mom worked two jobs, and our old furnace broke so often that I learned what cold felt like in a…