Blog Posts
By Ginger Hughes
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 depends on it. Sometimes as she drifts into her deepest sleep, she’ll let go. She’ll release my gown or my shirt or my finger, her...
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...
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...