Blog Posts
By Ginger Hughes
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 wholeheartedly on the important things in life. We enjoy each other’s company and love to laugh together. But sometimes, we annoy each...
We Are Different
Our resident three-year-old alarm clock sounded at the usual and appointed time this morning—5:45 am sharp. “Maaama…Daaddyy! Can I get...
A Heart To See
By: Ginger Hughes I’m not sure what she saw when she looked at me. There were no tears. My eyes were no longer swollen or red-rimmed. I...
You Are Not Alone
“It’s going to be okay.” When I heard these words, I felt the relief pour over me, washing away so much of the fear. I was a new mom and...
Keep It In The Road
“Alright Sister…we’ll talk soon, but until then, keep it in the road. Love ya,” he said. “I will…love you too,” I replied, pushing the...
The Nights Are Long; But The Years Are Short
The nights are long. When you’re finally home, hospital bracelet still on your wrist, and your sweet infant girl cries all night. When you...
Soon There Will Be A Last Time
I held you today and slow danced in that faded, yellow rocker back and forth, back and forth. Your head on my shoulder, your long legs...
Immanuel Is Enough
A letter from my heart to yours on this Christmas Eve. I don’t know where you find yourself today. Maybe this is the year you celebrate...
Dear Younger Me:
It’s hard to believe that I’m sitting here staring 40 in the eye. I never thought this day would arrive so soon, but here I am. As I sit...
When Holidays Are Hard
My boots echoed on the Target floor, a steady tapping with each step. I remember thinking to myself, as long as I can hear that tap, at...
Junk In The Closet
See this picture? This is real. This is honest. This is real honest! And I’ll be even more honest…it’s a bit too real for me. I don’t...
When Faith Is Hard
I grew up in the church. Hymn books, "Amazing Grace," and Sunday School were all familiar. I feel as though I grew up knowing God. I...
Searching For More Than Coffee Shop Friendship
The smell of freshly pressed beans laid thick in the air as the coffee shop door swung shut behind me. Across the sun-drenched room, my...
Yet Goodness Remains
“Mommy, I have to go potty!” my son hollered from the backseat. You’ve got to be kidding me, rolled around in my mind, never making it to...
You’ll Always Miss The Shots You Never Take
In the sport’s world, you’ll often hear something along these lines, “You’ll always miss the shots you never take.” And while this is...
Why I Write: How It Began
When I started my blog, it felt like the strangest thing in the world I could have done. If you know me, you know that I hold things very...