Celebrating the joys and sharing the struggles of motherhood, life and faith.
Hair pin turn after hair pin turn, I sucked air threw 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 back to the little …
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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 …
Continue reading Only One Can Calm The Storms
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 …
Continue reading The Key to Your Calling
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 …
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 became a Christian at an early age. Faith was fairly simple. It was all I knew. As I matured into adulthood, I would occasionally ask the hard questions. Things …
Continue reading When Faith Is Hard
Rain and rainbows are so indicative of life, aren’t they? The rainbow is there stretching before us, a symbol of goodness and hope. Yet, you have to endure the storm, and look through the raindrops to see it.
A few nights ago, lying beside the crib in a darkened room, I said prayers with our youngest. When I was finished, his voice spoken softly said, “Mama, I wish I could say my prayers myself.” A little surprised I said, “…of course baby, you can talk to God anytime.” Honestly, I wasn’t really expecting …
Continue reading Please Help Me To Be Nice
