Author's Note:  This is from Treasure the Ordinary's Archives, and is even more profound to me today than when I wrote it.  The boy ...

I define the words "hopeless romantic."  It doesn't matter how much real life I experience, there is a part of me that clings ...

My first grade teacher would tell you I've always had a little trouble being quiet.  She once made me sit under my desk during class bec...

My pastor husband made me ask myself a startling question in his sermon on Sunday.  It caused me to pause.  It caused me some discomfort.  I...

I am very often reminded of how different God's thoughts are from my own.  (Isaiah 55:8-9)  But, probably never more than when I con...

Tonight, I tucked in an eight year old for the very last time.  Tomorrow, she turns nine.  And she's our last. Which means we are to t...

There is a verse of Scripture jostling around in my spirit today.  A verse that speaks of my Jesus.  "For we do not have a high pries...

Most of the time, our youngest two get along beautifully.  When they don't, something like this soundbite from last week happens: ...

For several years now, my husband and I have carried around a large burden of guilt and shame.  And it all stemmed from owning a dog.  We ...

I watched a badly made TV movie this week.  My husband was out of town, and I was looking to pass the evening hours after the kids were in b...

I took my son to vote with me today.  It was his turn, as I've taken them each one by one the last several elections.  There are several...

With four children entrusted to my care, I spend a lot of my time teaching.  How to tie shoes.  How to ride a bike.  How to drive a car.  Ho...