We couldn’t revive her limp body. I’d rubbed the silken bottoms of her feet and called out her name in an attempt to awaken her-but I’d known. She wasn’t breathing. Each second collapsed into eternity as my husband bent over our...
This month I’ve been in a wonderful reading frenzy and have several nonfiction Christian books to recommend. I’ve ventured into a couple of others, but I’m not far enough along to share yet. Maybe you’ll find a few to add to your...
“Author John Chasteen’s words struck me. Only minutes before my daughter had shared alarming statistics about Generation Z-her, age group, gathered from Barna, the CDC, and university websites. Somewhere between changing hundreds of diapers, flipping...
The tantalizing scents of yeast and baking bread beckoned to me. Still bleary-eyed from sleep, I padded from the guest room to the dimly lit kitchen and surveyed the room. A large silver mixer stood on the counter, its dough attachment spinning vigorously as Gracie...
“I don’t know what it means to have joy,” she said. “I’ve read all of the books, studied scripture, and prayed, but I don’t feel as though I have the joy we’re promised. I smile. I try to act cheerful, but it all feels like a lie.” Does your heart break over...
