Nothing makes me crazy quite like when my kids whine for breakfast in the morning. It's as if they have so easily forgotten the endless amount of mornings in the past that I have risen and provided them with food without fail. As I've pondered why it is that this bothers me so much I'm… Continue reading Three Ways to Battle Unbelief
Tears streaming and smashed finger waving my middle daughter approached me. Bending low and listening in on her muffled cries I concluded that her younger sister had slammed the pantry door and caused her this great pain. One of my children is always causing another pain. This is then followed by a cry for help… Continue reading Where is Justice for the Oppressed?
You have thirty days to vacate. In the past year and a half, my husband and I had moved one thousand miles away from the only place and people we had ever known. He'd started and left a job under difficult circumstances. And we had navigated the beginnings of marriage, pregnancy, and life with a newborn. Now we were being evicted from our home.