Hope Yet to Come
This past June, a two-story house in our neighborhood was struck by lightning during an overnight thunderstorm. The strike opened […]
This past June, a two-story house in our neighborhood was struck by lightning during an overnight thunderstorm. The strike opened […]
Our middle son plays quite a bit of baseball with a deep love for the sport. During the last tournament
The most joyous time of the year is about to settle in our home—football season. My husband and I are
In keeping with a resounding theme, Advent, this year, has truly served as a time to reflect on love
Since the horrific day in Uvalde, Texas on May 24, life has seemed harder. I have had quite the struggle leaning into my faith — not to understand what took place, but to gain a hold of the hope that typically defines my heart.
In this season of Easter, I have been wondering just when and how Jesus might reveal himself to our oldest son, or all our sons for that matter.
Over the past few months, our three sons have engaged in sibling fighting so much more so than ever before.
John, for me, is the apostle of light, the apostle who shines the light on the true nature of our God and our Lord and Savior.