Jesus Feels Just Fine
I feel tired. Not complaining, just saying. And I have a suspicion (just a little one) that I am not the only one! I once…
I feel tired. Not complaining, just saying. And I have a suspicion (just a little one) that I am not the only one! I once…
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…
A few weekends ago, I had the opportunity to speak at MomLife BootCamp. Prior to the conference, I kept hearing this nagging voice in my head:…
Last week my children and I were visiting the doctor in a questionable part of town. (This doctor believes in caring for inner-city kids, which…
Expectations are like rabbits. They can be warm and fuzzy, but when ungoverned, all manner of problems result. The other day I had only a…
Day after day we move through the moments doing what we are called to do. We get up, our feet hit the floor, and we…
For the past several years I’ve referred to my major mode of movement often …flying by the seat of my pants. Oh, I try to…
When my son was just a tot, he only prayed one prayer whenever it was his turn: “Dear Jesus—hold my hand, please.” That was it….
“Please remove my name from your mailing list,” the woman’s email requested. “I am no longer a stepmom.” My heart sunk as I finished her…
by Jenny Wilson My husband and I recently attended the Love Like You Mean It® cruise leaving out of Florida for a fantastic five-day getaway…