I try my best to defend my family. I love them with everything I’ve got. But I’m not buying into the dominating ways of the mama bear....

“I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. For the creation waits in...

Tired mama, I don’t know about you, but I struggle with my temper most days. I can sense my blood pressure rising as I repeat myself yet...

The doctors may say a mother recovers from birth in a matter of months. She can return to housework and to exercise and to physical...

Growing up, my parents dropped us off in Sunday School (usually late) every week and picked us up just in time to find our pew for the...

Yes, I’m teaching my children repentance means something. And sin means something. And even though the world likes to shout out the part...

I’m not a Bible scholar, but I have grown to love the word of God and know it’s the only source of truth I can pass along to my children....

“Why isn’t God still speaking to us today like He did in the Bible?” My son had just finished his biscuits and gravy, and his question...

I was trying to hold it together long enough to get through our kids’ bedtime routine. I had just read another article with percentages...

As a parent, there’s no greater joy than watching the Spirit of God at work in the lives of our children.

Do you ever feel heavy? Not like a number-on-the-scale kind of heavy but rather a just-need-some-room-to-breathe kind of heavy. Like...

Pack this note like a guidebook in your bag. Pull it out as you decorate your space. Read in between the lines and see if you can find...

My dad has always kept a toolbox. In childhood, I remember all the shiny red drawers filled with nails and wrenches and every type of...

Not that it makes you crazy, although some of us feel a lot more cray a lot more of the time. I’m talking the yummy, mushy, can’t get...

When you become a mom, why do they not give you a can of Lysol and laundry detergent right then and there? Like before you leave the...

First of all, we made it! Here we all are, headed into winter break, having survived the shock of this brand new adventure. Those...

My boys, I’m writing to you now, as I’ve done many times since you were born and even before. Love letters to echo across seasons and...

It’s my fourth pregnancy, fourth boy. I’m 37 years old and 37 weeks along. Slightly dilated, halfway effaced, and on my 107th bedtime...

I look at the calendar each year and know it’s coming. A day bearing so much heartache and the weight of thousands of fallen heroes. I...

It’s time for kindergarten. And I tell myself, “Do not cry.” I cried the night before your first day of preschool and when you first...