Bible truth is the foundation for the Christian life. The Bible will help you be the mom you long to be, it’ll show you how to have a solid, biblical marriage and it’ll teach you to have the mind of Christ.
The answer to a recent prayer stopped me in my tracks. It wasn’t the “size” of the response that threw me off guard. It was the amazing realization that God answered me at all. You see, I only asked Him once. Quietly. Without any fanfare. I didn’t ask anyone to join me in prayer.… Read More
If you’ve ever extended invitations to a birthday party, you’re likely familiar with the modern frustration of the RSVP. I’ve helped my daughters host countless parties for my grandchildren, and it’s not unusual for us to be left hanging the day before the party, wondering who—if anyone—would show up. So far, every party has… Read More
The sky was gray and the ocean looked angry. My husband and I―along with our three daughters and one boyfriend―had just arrived at our beach rental. The kids were dying to get into the water, but a red flag warned of the danger of an undertow. Still, the white sand beckoned, so the kids slipped… Read More
Before asking “What is passion week?” it’s helpful to consider what a typical busy week looks like. I say it all the time— “There just aren’t enough hours in a day.” I cram so much into my week, trying to get everything done. And, at the end of most weeks, I feel like I’ve been spinning… Read More
Don’t you want to make a difference? For much of my early adult life I was haunted by my overwhelming desire to make a difference for Christ. To be a woman of purpose. To figure out how to make my life matter. I thought I had to do something extraordinary or be someone special. What… Read More
Christians are in a fight for their faith. There’s no question there’s a battle going on. The only question is how to put on the armor of God so we can have victory. Be sober-minded, be alert. Your adversary the devil is prowling around like a roaring lion, looking for anyone he can devour.… Read More
My daughter was putting a frozen pizza in the oven. Not a name-brand, deep-dish, ultimate, wood-fired, rising crust pizza. Just a generic, store brand frozen pizza, sprinkled with her own additional ingredients of cheese and pepperoni. She called to tell me it reminded her of her grandparents. Unexpectedly, I felt my eyes well up with… Read More
I’ve been accused of carrying my grandchildren way more than I ‘should.’ When they were tired, I scooped them up. If one was unruly, I held him so he wouldn’t be tempted to do something he’d regret. But sometimes I carried my grandchildren simply because I wanted to feel them near me. I… Read More