Blog Posts
By Ginger Hughes
He’s The God of The Impossible
The doctors didn’t believe you’d be here. Years ago, they told me in no uncertain terms that though nothing was impossible, it was very improbable that I would ever have another baby. Today you turned four. Tonight I sit remembering. Tonight I sit praising a God who...
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...
Saturated With Summer; Ready For A Change
Is anyone else ready to jump off this sweet Summer time bandwagon and move on towards Fall? Maybe it’s just me, but I’m tired. Tired of...
Letting You Walk Away, Learning To Let You Go
They placed you in my arms, and my world has never been the same. My heart has never felt the same. Things shifted somewhere deep inside,...
Emerging From The Deep
My little girl is no longer afraid of the water! Three years of swimming lessons, and I feel like it has finally clicked. Until now, she...
Lessons Learned From “The Little Red Caboose”
You remember the story, don’t you? In this 1954 children’s classic, the big, black engine, shiny and powerful, puffed and chuffed leading...
Dear Soldier,
Though we’ve never met, you reminded me of something tonight. I can wake in the morning, hug my babies, and yes, probably hear sibling squabbles, because you, and so many others like you, are willing to pay a very high price so that we can live in freedom.
“Thank you,” doesn’t seem to say enough, yet really, what more can I say? Except maybe this…
What They Never Tell You About Having Children
“Mama did you tee-tee again?” my two-year-old asks, as he bursts through the bathroom door assessing whether my “potty time” had been...
The Hands That Hold My Hands
The hand I held today was soft and small.... She climbed out of the backseat, all smiles, and immediately reached for my hand. The cool...
Pretty And Smart Are Not Enough: It’s Character That Counts
Our children often see us working hard to make our outward appearances look nice. They also see us working hard to teach them and to impress upon them the importance of studying and good grades. But do they see us spending any time making our inside appearance look nice? Do they see us spending time on our heart?