Hope

  • How I was surprised by motherhood

    I had always planned on motherhood. On middle-of-the-night feedings, hauling around car seats, wiping up spit-up, learning to change diapers one-handed. I studied all the tricks on getting littles to eat vegetables and the easiest ways to swaddle.

    I was a teacher by nature. I learned the best by teaching others and motherhood seemed like the perfect fit. In teaching my children to know God, I would know Him better. Motherhood would please both Him and me.

    The truth is that motherhood looked a certain way to me.

  • Birth Stories

    I’ve always been astonished at the miracle of birth. My husband says I’m odd. The fact that there is blood and slime involved just makes his stomach churn. Not me. I get so excited when a cow is ready to give birth. I hang around the barn, waiting. I love the warmth and the blink…

  • …for the healing of the nations.

    In the months that followed the Connecticut shootings  back in 2012 I saw all these debates online. Gun control. Mental illness.  People reaching and stretching for reasons. It’s because there was access to a gun. It’s because we haven’t correctly diagnosed and helped those with mental illness. It’s because we don’t pray in school. It’s because it has become politically incorrect…

  • the hungry.

    Once upon a time there lived a man who owed his King a great amount of money. He was brought to court but when the King was about to send him to prison, the man fell on his face and begged for mercy. The King, touched, allowed him to go free. The man left the…

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