A recent comment came from Elaine, who wrote to say: Right now the “when-then” in my life is “when our oldest son decides to include us in his life again,…
Barbara Rainey is the Co-Founder of FamilyLife, the Founder of Ever Thine Home, mother of six and a grandmother to over 20 – she is also a mentor and friend to countless women in the United States and abroad. She is a gifted communicator – and artist – who has created, and continues to create, resources that help parents and children connect and impress on their hearts the truth of God’s word.
A recent comment came from Elaine, who wrote to say: Right now the “when-then” in my life is “when our oldest son decides to include us in his life again,…
I heard a new Bayer aspirin commercial the other day. It said,“You always took care of your children. Now it’s time to take care of yourself.” The woman in the ad…
You’ve been there, right? You look around at all that needs to be done, you look around at the little faces that depend on you, and you think, There’s no…
This morning I saw a tweet from my son, and I always read what my sons post on twitter. Ben linked to an article and said in his tweet, “something I…
My mother, Jean Peterson, laid a strong foundation for the woman I am today. To honor the investment that she has made in me and to express my gratitude for…
When I was in my middle 30s, I was swamped by children: six of them. The oldest was 10 or 11, the youngest maybe 12 months old. While I was…
Rabbits, eggs, candy, and chicks have nothing to do with Easter. Nothing. Really. We Christians have creatively found meaning in eggs—they represent new life. An empty shell, the empty tomb….
Over President’s Day weekend in February a new billboard ad popped up in our city on Interstate 30, which carries heavy local and cross-state traffic. Most billboards are rather innocuous,…
We should not be surprised when a fire starts from a bed of coals. And in our culture, a firestorm erupts whenever a Bible-believing Christian talks about roles in marriage….
When my sweet mother married my father, following him north 600 miles for his career, everything familiar faded in the rearview mirror of their 1948 Ford sedan. Southern cooking, southern…