Give yourself a moment to look back over the last ten months. Even if your life does not ebb and flow with the school calendar, it is fitting to think of what has passed and what God has brought you through. How have you served? What have you gained? What have you lost? Who have you loved? What have you learned? Who walked beside you? Praise the LORD!

If I’m honest, this is something I wrestle with often. There are days I question everything: What if I’m not cut out to be a stay-at-home mom? What if the things that bring me joy also exist outside the walls of my home? What if I don’t fit neatly into the categories we’ve created for mothers?

“You see, I never wanted to be a teacher. I knew too many of them. Professional and extremely educated men and women navigating the turbulent waters of the US education system. I had my opinions– opinions that I won’t dive into at the moment because this isn’t the place for it.”

If I had to assign a theme for our day yesterday, it would be wonder. Wonder that “feeling of admiration, surprise, or awe caused by something new, unexpected, or inexplicable.” And if I had to name a quality too few people, especially evangelical Christians value, it would also be wonder. How rarely we stop to be surprised. How reticent we are to express awe at the every day miracles we encounter.

Why April Fool's Day Might Be more Spiritual Than You Think and People I know seem to fall into one of two different camps. They either love April Fools’ Day or hate it.

Why Preparing for Postpartum Matters as Much as Preparing for Birth When families prepare for a baby, most of the focus is on birth. We attend birth classes, create birth plans, and spend months thinking about the delivery day. But while birth is an important moment, it is only the beginning. The postpartum season, the weeks and months after a baby arrives, is when a mother’s body heals, her identity shifts, and a family adjusts to new rhythms. The Bible reminds us that wis

I’ve grown a lot this year. Aside from the year our firstborn died at birth, I think this has been the most stretching year of my life. And honestly, the year that Max died was less a stretching than a ripping. Everything burst at the seams, and I had to put it back together again. This year has been stretching in the true sense of the word. A lot of discomfort – discomfort as I sent both of my children to full time school for the first time and watched my son struggle and st

I’ve been on mountains like this. No, thank God, I have never literally been on a mountain during an earthquake! But I’ve climbed the wrong mountain. I’ve made things that shouldn’t be mountains into mountains that I then clung to until they slipped into the sea, leaving me soaking wet and looking for a life raft.

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It was January 2014 - my first visit to Berlin. A city humming with life, layered with love, and stitched together by people from everywhere. They say many who live there aren’t even German, yet it’s the most populated city in the country. Berlin draws the seekers: people looking for a better way, a freer life, a place to be accepted as they are - to love and to be loved. Standing there that winter, I felt it. But Berlin hasn’t always looked like this. Its streets remember th