by Ginger Hughes | Jul 11, 2019 | Faith, God, Gratitude, Joy, Kids, Life Lessons, Love, Motherhood, Parenting, Prayer, Simple Things, Thankfulness
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...
by Ginger Hughes | May 21, 2019 | Childhood, Faith, God, Gratitude, Joy, Kids, Motherhood, Parenting, Prayer, Simple Things, Thankfulness, Time
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 you up and carried you back to your room. You instantly fell asleep on my shoulder as I walked the short distance back to your bed,...
by Ginger Hughes | Apr 16, 2019 | Anxiety, Faith, Fear, God, Life Lessons, Prayer, Purpose
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 prayer or a plea for him to “please slow down.” In his defense, he wasn’t speeding. But still, I was afraid. We were on our way...
by Ginger Hughes | Aug 7, 2018 | Anxiety, Brokenness, Faith, Fear, God, Life Lessons, Prayer
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...
by Ginger Hughes | Jun 19, 2018 | Faith, God, Life Lessons, Prayer, Purposeful Living
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 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...
by Ginger Hughes | May 16, 2018 | Brokenness, Faith, Fear, Freedom, God, Life Lessons, Prayer
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...
