In the whirlwind of grief and trauma, I found peace in the most unexpected place—not in fixing everything, not in …

In the whirlwind of grief and trauma, I found peace in the most unexpected place—not in fixing everything, not in …
I get to make dinner for my family every night. That slight shift in language—“get to” instead of “have to” …
Several months after my daughter left for college, my mom died. Suddenly, my world got smaller. With my husband working …
For I, the Lord your God, hold your right hand; it is I who say to you, “Fear not. I am the one who helps you.” –Isaiah 41:13 (ESV)
Two days later, we find ourselves packing in his room. He and I will make the four-hour drive to his first of three rehabs in just a few short hours.
Help, God. Please. Help me. I exhale these words to God as I grab the towels he needs to pack. Help comes in the most unusual ways.
“To accept the dark nights is to accept being human…It is to accept being who I am. This is holiness.” …
If you lean in close, you can hear it, the wrestling of restless women wanting more than religion. They want …
Welcome to my Summer Blog Swap. Over the next four weeks, I am inviting four of my writing friends to …
It’s Sunday before Thanksgiving, and the kids are off the whole week, and I just want to hide under the …
by Jessica Turner Somewhere today there is a woman who had to let something go that she held close for …
guest post by Emily Humpries When I was young, I knew that I loved kids. I knew (and often …