I remember being about ten years old when I advised my younger sister not to read the Bible every day unless she really wanted to, because God didn’t want her to do it just out of habit. I’m not entirely sure how I came to that conclusion myself, but as a child growing up in... Continue Reading →
When we face the temptation to be discontent with our life, we have to answer the same question Eve did: Is God withholding something good from me?
I know all my fellow moms will find this confession hard to believe, but sometimes my children do things that embarrass me. For instance, the time my son pointed to his great-grandma’s coiffed halo of white curls and said at two-year-old boy volume, “Whoa! Gwandma has CWAZY hair!” ranks as one of those moments. I’m... Continue Reading →