Search

blog post | February 1, 2017

After all that my husband had put me through, it was difficult to simply move forward. I wanted and needed him to understand the magnitude of my wounds.

blog post | September 21, 2020

A compassionate, listening ear who is interested in her spiritual growth may be a godsend.

blog post | August 25, 2020

All winter long, I mourned the blank space by the front door. It seemed fitting for my life. Another loss. Another disappointment. Another death.

blog post | April 12, 2022

Death’s greatest victory became its greatest defeat.

blog post | June 7, 2017

Even our greatest undoing, tilled in tears and surrender, may just be the fertile soil where life begins.

blog post | July 6, 2020

Three tips for serving faithfully and well from a veteran ministry leader and mom.

blog post | October 29, 2019

I could measure all that had been done to me with my own guilt-stained hands, or I could invite God into my wounds, trusting that He could heal our hearts and mess.

blog post | March 27, 2014

What really, truly matures us? Is it marital status and children? Or can a single woman become just as sanctified as her friend with four kids?

blog post | May 22, 2014

Being a part of the body of Christ means it's not all about you. You are a small and indispensable part of a whole, just like the woman in the pew behind you.

blog post | December 26, 2017

Alice is a four-year-old girl who, unless the Lord intervenes, will die before next Christmas.