Christmas Memories

Christmas Memories

Christmas has always been one of my favorite times of year. It’s a time for love, a time for cheer (Ok, I won’t sing). Seriously, for me, Christmas is about celebrating the birth of Christ with family. As a little girl, my favorite part of Christmas was looking at all the lights. Every Christmas Eve, we would all pile into my grandmother’s car and drive…

Answered Prayers

Answered Prayers

In August, I told you about two women I met in Tanzania who lived in fear that their husbands’ outbursts and beatings would lead to their deaths. (Click here to read the original story). They were afraid for their children who cowered in terror as they watched their daddies beat their mommies. The ladies shared that their families told them this was their lot in…

“Our Own Little World”

“Our Own Little World”

Several friends and I have been actively working with a ministry to rescue women from prostitution. We’ve had some interesting encounters, and I asked one of my friends who is really burdened for these women to write a guest post this month. I pray that your heart will be moved to pray as you read her article below. Many of us go through our daily…

Once Upon a Time

Once Upon a Time

I was recently introduced to the hit TV show, Once Upon a Time. In this show, fairy tale characters are under a curse which has forced them out of their “perfect world” into another world, where they are no longer themselves. Life in fairy tale is in vivid color, but in Storybrooke (real world) it is more gray. I was thinking about the show and…

Show a Little Respect

This semester I am teaching a Dating and Marriage course to high school students. As part of the curriculum, we talk about what men need most from their spouses, and what women need most from their husbands. Can you guess what these are? According to research, men need to feel respected, and women need to feel loved. So, with that said, what do you do…

Finding Hope in the Chaos

Finding Hope in the Chaos

When I opened the door to our home, I gasped at what I saw. Clothes covered every inch of the living room. Socks littered the newly vacuumed floor I’d left that morning. Belts were hanging from the ceiling fan, and camping supplies were strewn all about. I raced for the phone to call 911. I couldn’t believe it! “God, no! How could someone break into…