Celebrating the joys and sharing the struggles of motherhood, life and faith.
By: Ginger Hughes I stood there. The air humid, the breeze gentle, lightning appearing to pierce the ocean far in the distance. The roar of the waves reverberated in my ears, as my eyes watched the caps turn white as they rolled toward the shore. It was evening. I stood there. Talking to God. Wondering …
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I told God I wasn’t called to be a minister’s wife. Two times to be exact. I can still remember precisely where I was when I said those prayers. Once I was in church, when I had the strangest feeling wash over me that I was going to marry this minister, a man I knew …
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My hands clench tightly around my dreams some days and especially around my heart’s desires. My fists grasp frantically onto those I love in my effort to hold them close and keep them safe, as if it’s in my power to do this. No matter how much I wish it were different, I have little …
“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 fear gripped my heart in those days. When our little girl was born just shy of three weeks early, all was well. She was healthy, …
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“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 end button, and flipping the phone closed. My headlights shone brightly ahead, pressing the darkness back, as I rounded the last curve before home. I pulled into the driveway and walked …
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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 new life. There are tiny boxes full of tiny onesies underneath the tree, and though you’re sleep deprived, your heart is as full as it’s ever been. Perhaps this …
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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, I at least know that I’m still moving forward. It was Christmas, and the months leading up to this season had been filled with unexpected sorrow and turmoil. I …
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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 want to share this because I want you to believe that my home is beautiful and spotless at any given moment. When you walk inside, I want my …
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