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.

I was a single woman in my 30s; I desired to be married, but I wasn’t really dating. I had also spent the past four summers on short-term mission trips and found it easier to talk about Jesus with strangers than with people in my life. So, without much thought, I picked the word RISK, representing a willingness to move out of my comfort zone and try new things.

Why We Do What We Do at Christmas: Reflections From a Third Culture Mom

came across this verse the other day and was reminded of how I held on to it when I was raising my daughters. My focus then was on cultivating faithfulness in their lives, and while I think that is an apt application, I also think it is a limited one. Let's take a closer look.

I honestly don’t know how to sit down and write a feel-good blog post for well-meaning Christian women to read right now.