Celebrating the joys and sharing the struggles of motherhood, life and faith.
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 …
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 …
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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 …
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