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...

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...

It was Valentine’s Day, and after the chocolates and the love notes, we gave our boys one more gift. They rushed over, tissue paper...

I have a bunch of professional Mom friends – moms who doctor, teach, style, run companies, serve on mission. And I’m amazed at their...

My Mother-In-Law is gifted at giving gifts. Each candy-coated holiday, birthday, Christmas celebration is packed with presents and...

Give me Jesus. My oldest is counting down until Christmas. It seems like every hour of every day. “How much longer??” he begs to know,...

The morning was overcast and dark, yet I couldn’t find my sunglasses fast enough. I had my left hand on the steering wheel, digging...

I had trouble sleeping last night, and 3am on found me wide awake. My mind was running too fast to slow down, and I picked up my phone...

“It’s about to get real.” Have you ever caught yourself repeating those words? Maybe as the contractions quickened in the hospital or...

“I’m proud of you,” I whisper into his three-year old ears as he falls asleep. So very proud. After the June sun set late tonight, sweaty...

Being a mom is hard, man. Like really hard. Hard like hearing your boy snap back that he’s so mad at you. Hard like figuring out Algebra...

You can’t look away. In six years of civil war, Syria has lost 1% of its population — that’s an estimated 250,000. People. And that’s not...

I’m tired of it. I’m tired of all the fussing and all the sweeping and all the folding and refolding and folding some more. I’m tired of...