Blog Posts
By Ginger Hughes
No Matter What Comes, One Thing Remains
I was reminded of something as I sat outside for a few minutes earlier this evening. No matter how many things change, no matter how many uncertainties there are, some things remain... The birds still sing their "good morning" songs. The thunder still rolls and...
The Truth About Sundays
It’s Sunday. And Sunday mornings can be hard. I won’t lie—rather than days of rest and worship, it often feels that Sundays are filled...
When Mornings Are Hard
We got off to a bit of a rocky start yesterday morning. Kids were dragging around, we were running late, no one had on a jacket in the...
Life Is A Gift
She was only four days old when I took this picture, and some days I still cry. I still get emotional when I think about the gift I’ve...
He’ll Never Let Go
I love how she holds onto me—her little hand grasping my finger or my clothes, as tightly as possible. She holds on as if her very life...
Seasons Change
My view is different these days. At least a couple of times per week, I’ll be here strapped to this monitor while it counts our baby’s...
God Uses Each of Us…If We Allow Him
I cried yesterday. Sometimes it’s lonely living away from family. You get used to it over time, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t still...
When God Gave Me You
By: Ginger Hughes When God gave me you… He knew my heart would swell to overflowing. He knew I’d love you from the sight of those first...
Love, Life, and Coffee Mugs
At times we get on each other’s nerves. We love each other, don’t get me wrong. We’re a good team, best friends even. We agree...
When Time Stands Still
You didn’t know I held you in the night. You woke up to go potty and called for me. You were so sleepy that once you finished I picked...
Between The Valley And The Mountain
Hair pin turn after hair pin turn, I sucked air through my nose, holding it for several seconds before releasing it along with either a...
When God Holds The Pen
I never thought I’d be divorced. This thought wasn't born from arrogance, but from naivety. We often accuse children and teens of having a...
To The One Sitting Alone In Church
To the one sitting alone in church, I’ve been you. In fact, there was a time, when I sat by myself week after week and month after month...
One Star Short Of A Perfect Christmas
Last year during Wednesday night church activities, our little girl made an Advent calendar. The calendar had 24 vacant spaces to affix...
Where Is My YOJ?
Is your JOY turned upside down, backward, and hanging on by a thread? Mine is too some days. This past weekend, we put up our Christmas...
To My Child As You Grow,
To my child as you grow up, The clock tells me it’s almost time for your first parent-teacher conference of the year, and I’m eager to...