Valentine’s day celebrates love, the expression of God’s own nature.
We have become so absorbed with ourselves and our image that we forget about the other person right next to us.
I want us to have such an understanding of the profound gift of motherhood that we can look at the young moms, single moms, working moms, and stay-at-home moms in my life with awe at the radical beauty that is their motherhood.
I recently saw this meme on my feed and thought “haha so true.” Then, I texted my friend to complain that I don’t have a great community where I’m living yet. Then, I went back to watching Fixer Upper until it was time for bed, said some prayers, and drifted […]
“But Mary stood weeping outside the tomb, and as she wept she stooped to look into the tomb; and she saw two angels in white, sitting where the body of Jesus had lain, one at the head and one at the feet. They said to her, “Woman, why are you […]
First of all, the demonic and occult are real things – not simply the stuff of Hollywood movies, not stories told around campfires to scare us, and certainly not toys. As real as our God is, so is His enemy.
You see, in order to mourn — to truly feel the depth of mourning, sadness, depression, guilt, anger, shame, anxiety, loneliness, dread, remorse, fear — we can’t numb ourselves.
I knew I would respect any pope that was elected after Benedict, but part of me was fearful that I wouldn’t love the new pope because of my love for Benedict.
Our family is a walking Christmas card. No one ever fights, has gas or morning breath or bad hair days.
