“DON’T LICK THAT!” I shrieked in a strained, unfamiliar voice. My one-year-old daughter put the dirty spatula in her mouth anyway,...

I have so many feelings about October. It is both an explosively colorful celebration and a grim gateway to winter, my least favorite...

I woke up feeling an enormous void of emptiness. After years of trying and carrying a spark of life in my womb TWICE in the last six months.

My need for control reared it’s ugly head and I was swallowed with worry. But God, in his sovereign grace and kindness, carried me through.

There is room in the waiting for accepting that there is grace enough for this day.

Our darkest times are when God puts us in the fire, reforms us, and brings us out holier, stronger, and more like himself.