“Remember that wherever you are, you are put there by God.” —-Oswald Chambers
Last week I shared some resources for teen girls. In response to that post, my friend and fellow author and speaker, Carla Link, shared some more books for teens and parents of teens that I wanted to share with you. God’s Gift to Women by Eric Ludy (Eric and his wife...
Today’s guest post is from Patty Maier. There are no perfect bodies. But I once thought there were. And I knew I didn’t have one. Fat Pat was one of my nicknames growing up. I didn’t look like the women in the magazines on our coffee table. I was...
When we knew we were called to adopt, we knew that there were issues we could face. We hadn’t influenced our son’s early years. We weren’t able to lay a foundation for his life spiritually, emotionally, physically, and relationally. We knew we came...
Today’s Marriage Monday is brought to us by SHAUNTI FELDHAHN, a wife and mom first, as well as a popular speaker and best-selling author. After receiving a graduate degree from Harvard, Shaunti started out on Wall Street, but now applies her analytical...
“My life is not about waiting for the storm to pass….It’s about learning how to dance in the rain.” —Vivian Greene
With a son-in-law in Afghanistan, our daughter and 8-month-old granddaughter are living in our home. We’re navigating diapers, bottles, and the needs of an infant once again! No matter what anyone says, when you have children newborn through two years, it is the most...
Dear Jill, I am writing you with a heavy heart. My 15-year-old questions his sexuality. He has been making it known for several months now that he is confused. What am I to do? Where do I go for answers? A Heavy-Hearted Mom Dear Heavy-Hearted Mom, I know this...
Today’s guest post is from Susan Merrill, who serves as the President of iMom. Susan is a workshop speaker at the 2013 Hearts at Home conferences. This picture was snapped of the two of us at the National conference in March! Susan has a new book out called The...
The cookies slid easily off my spatula, but choosing to let his words slide off my back was another matter altogether. I could tell from the mood in the kitchen that my husband didn’t even know his comment pricked my heart or that a slow bleed was threatening to...
