Every Saturday morning she made pancakes. In her nightgown and purple slippers, my mom would breakdance on the kitchen floor as we waited for the pancakes to bubble. It’s a memory that often brings a smile to my face. Growing up, my mom was fun. She knew how to laugh and have a good time…even when life was really busy. She would always crank up the radio on full blast and jam as we drove to school. She ate bowls {Read More}

It was only the second time in my life that I was absolutely sure that God was speaking to me. Into a heart broken by betrayal and haunted with fear He whispered promise. With every part of my being I needed to hear from God, but I did not expect to hear what He had to say. Wait. No single word is more profoundly difficult to grasp. I found myself there on the balcony watching the waves of the sea {Read More}

  There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:  a time to be born and a time to die,  a time to plant and a time to uproot, Eccl 3:1-2 I’ve read the passage over and over this week. If I’m being honest, I’d rather skip this part of the Bible. Sure, I want the laughing, dancing, and rejoicing….but I don’t exactly embrace the mourning, weeping and dying. It’s verse 2 that returns to my mind {Read More}

Today’s post is written by Bethany. My husband and I have always wanted to adopt.  After struggling with the colic of our second born, we decided we didn’t want to adopt an infant. Looking back, it’s funny how God changes our plans. My husband was unemployed so we decided to wait until he got a job to pursue it further. But after attending the Women of Faith conference, I felt God asking us to step out in faith and start {Read More}

Today’s post is written by Kris Washington. Everything in life is a process and processes take time.  When God created the world and all of the elements of the world, it took time.  Could He have made the lands, seas, skies, planets and the animals along with the plants, fish and birds come into manifestation in an instant with a snap of his fingers? Knowing God’s mighty power, I believe He could but I also believe God took His time, {Read More}

Today’s post is written by Shana. When I was in high school and people talked about what they wanted to be when they grew up, I never answered, because I never cared about a career. I just wanted to be a mom. I went to college because that is what was expected, fully intending to find my husband, set up house and have babies. But four years later I walked ring-less across that stage, wondering what I was going to {Read More}

Today’s post is written by Amber. Waiting. It is a loaded word that stirs up all sorts of emotions in us. It implies a sense of suspended life in anticipation of some awaited event. In some ways, yes. But how do we wait? Excitedly counting down the days for a joyous event. With mindless distractions and time fillers- magazines, iphones, video games, TV. With building dread and mounting stress as time lurches forward toward something we wish wouldn’t happen. Looking {Read More}

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;  a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather {Read More}

He had sent his family ahead to visit evangelist D.L. Moody, but the ship and his four daughters disappeared into the foamy death of the sea. His wife was the lone survivor of the horrific crash, as she clung to the debris. En route to comfort her, he stood on the deck and watched the sea roll over his sorrow. Returning to his cabin, he penned the words to this song. When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When {Read More}

It is said that this momma tiger lost her cubs during birth. She was so heart-broken that she refused to eat and was rapidly losing her will to live. The zookeepers devised a risky plan to save her. Baby piglets wrapped in tiger skin were laid on her and she regained her focus. She began eating, for suddenly she had something to live for.   I’m honestly not sure if this story is true, but it spoke truth into my {Read More}

Looking back, it’s easy to see.  Perfection was the game.  Love was the prize. I did everything I could to obtain it.  I was desperate to be perfect. I studied day and night.  Nothing less than a 4.0.  I set the curve on every test.  I wrote perfect papers.  If the teacher asked a question, I knew the answer. I would excel and people would approve.  They would sit close to me for a chance glimpse at my paper or {Read More}