(Originally posted 12/2014) Long before Advent was highjacked by Pinterest to become one more reason to fill the month of December with frenzied Christmas countdown celebrations, my grandmother’s Norwegian
“Why would you let this happen?” “Don’t you care about me?” “Why didn’t you save my baby?” In the wake of miscarriage we’re pummeled with questions—questions about the biology of
I’ll never forget the first time a man sat in the back row, arms folded across his chest, scowling at me while I preached. Thankfully I wasn’t completely disarmed,
At a huge women’s conference last year, I sat alone. Several friends sat together in a section above me, but I was in-and-out with seven-month-old Micah strapped to my back
Guest post by Maria Furlough, author of Breaking the Fear Cycle: How to Find Peace for Your Anxious Heart “Fear is a liar. Fear left out the best parts of
Have you ever felt like Jesus led you somewhere and then took off once he got there? Me too. I imagine this is how the disciples felt when they
Guest post by Chandler Jo Santiago It’s Friday, so we are dreaming of the beach while she gets a chemo infusion. Allora reminds me regularly that she does not have
Dear Scarlett, It’s been four years since I was wheeled down the hallway under obnoxious fluorescent lighting by the insensitive surgeon and the nurse with kind eyes. I was thankful
Is the season you're in the one you long for? What does it mean to live well, embracing desire while not despising your "now"?
I’m due with my sixth baby any day now, but there are only three car seats fitted into our car. Three of our babies have died before we ever held
At thirty-four weeks pregnant I’ve now reached the stage where pretty much anything can spark tears. It’s like all the tears from eight months of pregnancy have been stored up and
