Blog Posts
By Ginger Hughes
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 been given. That I get to hold her. I get to laugh with her. I get to snuggle and rock and play with her. I get to do this baby...
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...
To My Daughter, As You Chase Your Dreams
Dear Daughter, You stand here finishing the last two bites of an ice cream sandwich, chocolate wafer stuck to your lips, as you lick the...
Only One Can Calm The Storms
By: Ginger Hughes I stood there. The air humid, the breeze gentle, lightning appearing to pierce the ocean far in the distance. The roar...
The Key to Your Calling
I told God I wasn’t meant to be a minister’s wife. Two times to be exact. I can still remember precisely where I was when I said those...