Blog Posts
By Ginger Hughes
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 pink lines, the sound of that first heartbeat, the feel of those first kicks. When God gave me you… He knew my heart would break...
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...
It’s A Special Day
“Sure we can do that…after all, it’s a special day.” I glanced to my right via an eye-roll, a grin tugging the corners of my mouth. She...
Dear Son,
Dear Son, I watch you play, your spirit a mixture of tough little boy, twinkle-in-the-eye mischief, and a heart so big I’m not sure how it...
Let It Go
My hands clench tightly around my dreams some days and especially around my heart’s desires. My fists grasp frantically onto those I love...
Dear Overwhelmed Mama, It’s not about perfection; it’s about love.
I feel overwhelmed some days. It’s the kind of overwhelmed that has me looking around the room wondering where to even start. It’s the...