I heard a song a few years back called, “O Come All You Unfaithful” by Sovereign Grace Music. A song that made me pause and think, “Yeah, that’s closer to the truth.” Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to be called the faithful one. But more often than not, I am buckling in guilt because …
As a mom of a baby, I am often up before the sun rises. As I nurse, my head turns from my sweet baby to the open window showcasing the new day. Even if the sky is cloudy, the sun always finds a way to brighten even a dreary day. In the morning, light is …
Waiting holds a lot of emotions. For a child, it’s an eternal process that gets longer by the minute. For a chronically ill individual, it’s an agonizing process of futile energy that drains every shard of fostered hope. For a newly pregnant mother, the process is terrifyingly exciting and tedious, filled with roller coaster moments …
Both of my sons have night lights in their rooms. We, as their parents, steer clear of anything apparently scary, and yet our kids still fear the night. They want to make sure they are ok, that they will be ok before we leave them in their rooms for inevitable sleep to fall upon them. …
