Mid-Wife Crisis

His job felt important and exciting.  Mine felt mundane and endless.  His tasks felt missional.  Mine felt meaningless...

(UN)ASHAMED: The Sin of BUSY

I had finally worked my way up to a job that was more than a job; it was a career. And it was my dream come true. .. And then, it all ended.

Faith at Work: The Teacher

“When I grow up, I want to be…” As children, we all completed this sentence with varying aspirations. Jureen Gardner admits that teaching was never one of hers. And yet, God had a call on her life...

The Good Portion

by Angie Daniels Between two babies, a hard-working husband, and a new house... You might as well call me Martha. Before I know it the day has ended, with the dishes done, the laundry put away, the house swept, and my heart feeling dissatisfied. Why, with two beautiful children, a loving husband, and so many other blessings, do I find myself in a state of loneliness? CLICK ON PHOTO TO KEEP READING...

When The Numbers Don’t Add Up

by Randi Peck Three bags propped up against my wall serve as a teasing reminder that my life will soon, yet again, be turned upside down. The highlighted box on my calendar stresses that a mere twenty-five days remain until my due date- a date my son will surely scoff and point at, as he passes it by. For whichever day he does decide to christen his birthday, four loads of blue laundry remain to be washed and organized. Thirty-one thank-you cards beg me to mail them before my 18-month-old daughter gets a hold of them with her sparkly crayons. Two hundred dollars worth of groceries need stuffed into our minimal kitchen storage space, preparation for the weeks we will bunker into survival mode. All this for one baby... CLICK ON PHOTO TO KEEP READING...

Ready… Set… Stay!

by Randi Peck What do you imagine complete sanctification looks like? Do visions of white robes, missionaries, and monasteries come to mind? A life lived in isolation, free from Netflix and Twitter, electricity and mortgages? Does being kept blameless consist of selling all our belongings and saying goodbye to our friends and family, in order to live in a third world, mud hut? I suppose I used to think so... CLICK ON PHOTO TO READ MORE...