How the Penn State Scandal Can Offer an Opportunity to Protect Our Children
Sometimes evil exposed gives us pause to embrace fear for our children. But we cannot. In the past 11 days, my little community of State…
Sometimes evil exposed gives us pause to embrace fear for our children. But we cannot. In the past 11 days, my little community of State…
When you are searching for affirmation … try someone – like God – instead of your teenage son! This past weekend I had a wonderful…
Check out our newest video with Tracey Eyster as she talks about the Growing Together devotional series by Barbara Rainey. This series goes over character…
“Courage may be easy to define, but it usually comes into our lives through hard choices. When facing an unpredictable situation, the decision must be…
Recently one of the kids was up for one of the accomplishments offered in childhood. You know the list: student council, first chair in the…
For the last seven weeks we have been living with my sister and her family. For the most part, we have had a wonderful time,…
I went in for my every-three-and-a-half-months, I’ve-put-this-off-too-long, please-cut-my-hair-so-it-doesn’t-look-like-I’m-wearing-a-lampshade appointment at the hairdresser. I have a headful of decidedly curly, i.e. forgiving but frizzy hair, quickly becoming more frizzy and less forgiving. I believe the dialogue went something like this.
Hairstylist: Are you under a lot of stress?
Me: Um, well, yeah. Some.
Lately, I’ve been waist deep in a book I’m writing about child-loss. It’s a memoir and the full intent is to share hope and encouragement for women who have experienced pregnancy or infant child-loss. The story grips me. In fact, as I’m writing it, many times I find myself pulling back a bit to really carefully examine my experiences– what I felt and what I’ve gained. I’ve had multiple miscarriages and after each time, something different happened to me. A different feeling. A different lesson. Most importantly, God has taught me the beauty of who he is in my life, even in the midst of my pain. But one other lesson he’s sharing with me right now, is how blessed I am to have three beautiful children right here, how they are a gift and how I should treat them that way.
My kids’ laughter met my ears as I rushed into the living room. They sat around the carpeted floor surrounded by Lego blocks. Each of…
It was as if I was watching a Polaroid photo develop. First, a vague figure appeared. “You know, we have a family history of ADD.”…