The first time my pastor asked if I’d be interested in volunteering to help start a Pregnancy Care Center, my mental answer was an immediate That’s nice, but no thank you.
“Every year it’s the same thing. I promise myself summer is not going to fly by. I promise I’ll slow down and take deeper breaths.
I was raised essentially fatherless.
I was nine years old when I met my biological father for the first time. I only remember speaking to my father on two occasions. Then, he died in prison when I was twelve.
“You’re the worst father I’ve ever seen!”
Our friend Helen went on to say, “Bo, you’re so consumed by your business that you don’t know your kids or what they’re doing.
We bring the entire history of our parenting experiences into every encounter we share with our adult children, and while delightful memories of distant events remain alive in our hearts—inevitably provoking a smile, o
I was ambushed. By my family and by God.
I don’t like change. I like routine, predictability, schedules.
When Katie drove off for the first day of her summer job on the afternoon of May 31, 2008, none of us knew an aneurysm lurked deep in her brain.
As we mere mortals go through the monotonous tasks of motherhood, we fulfill several important necessities at once.
We provide for our children, who themselves are created, known, and valued by God.
The following devotional was written by Ellen Miller, author of Lord, Have Mercy. Save 20% when you purchase in April 2017!
I am a freak about my clothes.
