That same God who heard your prayers for your children when they were small still hears them.

The past year's reading has proven once again how much I love a story of transformation, of growth, of learning.

Like pink aluminum Christmas trees, contemporary Christmas songs seemed so far from celebrating the birth of our Savior!

This time, I read the “potter and clay” verses in Jeremiah in their full context, sensing that I was missing something.

It is scandalous, unfair, abominable, unimaginable, that a sinner could just be free, that forgiveness could just be sprinkled like fairy du

From soil soaked by tears, God can cultivate healing, goodness, and beauty—even if our broken hearts can't see it right away.

There comes a time when preserving our relationship with others must trump our desire to have control.

Learn from me and my self-righteous, disastrous lyric interpretations. We need to stop taking ourselves so seriously.

The night before the excursion I allowed every terrible possible scenario to play out in my head. What if I had done this instead?

We know the answer is Jesus, and we come to him—to ask our questions, to intercede for others. And yet our flesh needs evidence, proof.

God didn't want this for us either. But He allowed it so that we could understand how weak we truly are, and how strong He always will be.

Thankfully, our salvation is not dependent on our past. It depends solely on the love and grace of Jesus Christ.

Though the current condition of our world is disheartening, there is a bigger picture here: sin’s reign on earth will only last so long.

Rather than seeing the intent of my husband's heart, too often I focused on how his gift of help did not meet my expectations.

God longs for us to seek Him out. Why would He want it to be difficult?

Real life doesn't always follow the script in our heads.

For those of us who struggle with perfectionistic tendencies, it can be difficult to find peace when making decisions.

Maybe you too are facing hills you didn’t expect.

Sin and its consequences were allowed to spread ugly tentacles both far and near, sometimes nearer than we'd like to admit.

Why did I think that I could weed as I’ve always done and not get bit by chiggers this time?