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Each morning, it sits on the counter, waiting. Empty. Expectant. The life of a wife and mom can feel unseen and unappreciated with a...

I bet Joseph sometimes longed for the simple days of his childhood- you know, before betrayal and slavery and prison and even the weight...

I’m sure I’m not the only mom who holds her breath a little on Christmas morning. This year as I watched my unaware and brutally honest...

It’s Monday. We are still in 2020. The news is full of coronavirus spikes and protests and politics and madness. Pause with me for a...

I’ve been listening to Eric Metaxas’ great book Seven Women and the Secret of Their Greatness. Last night as I listened to the chapter...