Somewhere There Is a Woman…

Somewhere There Is a Woman…

Somewhere there is a woman rocking a baby in the middle of the night. She is exhausted and tired, and as she rocks back and forth, she cries silently into his curly hair. His head tucked up under her chin, his chubby hands holding onto her, she holds him tightly and...
What Millennials Really Want from Church

What Millennials Really Want from Church

I am a millennial and I grew up in church. I lived church. Some of my earliest memories involve Sunday School lessons and nursery friend playdates. Some of my oldest friends to this day I made in church over 20 years ago. I have a ton of “behind the scenes” memories...
What if You Could Go Back to the Beginning?

What if You Could Go Back to the Beginning?

Hey friend, I know that there are days when it is hard to love that spouse of yours. I know that there are moments when you don’t know how you’re ever going to make it. But I have this idea, and it just might change everything. But first, let me tell you this story....
Wedding Vows: Now That We are Parents

Wedding Vows: Now That We are Parents

I woke up this morning and wasn’t concerned about what I would wear to our fancy dinner tonight. I wasn’t worried about finding shoes or jewelry, or making sure that I had plenty of time to get my hair and makeup done. I didn’t look for roses or perfume or expect to...
To the Momma Hanging On By A Thread

To the Momma Hanging On By A Thread

I have no idea what last night was like for you. Maybe you got a great night of sleep and you woke up this morning ready to conquer the day. Or maybe you spent hour after hour holding and rocking and feeding a fussy baby, or a sick baby, or a baby who just refused to...
You’re Not Letting Go…

You’re Not Letting Go…

“One last push, and you can meet your son!” the nurse cheered. And she was right. As I leaned forward, I saw him. Brand new. Arms stretched wide. Hands open. Reaching for something to hold onto. Such a big transition into this new world. Such a brave adventure. But as...
For All That You Are and Ever Will Become

For All That You Are and Ever Will Become

My husband doesn’t like cantaloupe. I know this probably doesn’t sound like a big deal, but I was pretty surprised. A few months ago, as we sat down for dinner, I crammed a fork into freshly sliced cantaloupe and offered my husband a wedge. “Here. I just sliced...
You Matter, Friend

You Matter, Friend

I like to pretend that we are friends you and me. I hope that you do too. I imagine that you read these words while you sit at your desk or perhaps as you take a break from folding laundry. I imagine that you read them late at night when the house is quiet – or you...
Mommy? Were You and Daddy Lost?

Mommy? Were You and Daddy Lost?

“Momma?” “Yeah, buddy?” I stood in the doorway of his bedroom. He was tucked into his twin sized bed, and his little sister was tucked into hers across the room. My husband and I had already told bedtime stories and prayed. I was giving my final hugs before I said...
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