conversations between sisters in Christ
My suffering in singleness was an invitation to find my treasure in Christ. My suffering was valuable, not as an end, but as a means to usher me into a deeper love relationship with my Lord. Suffering, both then and now, reminds me that this life is not where my ultimate happiness and purpose are found.
But sometimes I get things all backwards.
by Christin Slade It began with a message. People consistently asked me the same question: “How do you write, care for five children, homeschool, and do virtual assistant work?” So, I set out to write an eBook that would help answer that question and offer the possibility to other moms who had a love for [...]
by Aprille I was a teenager when I first heard the analogy of the “construction paper heart”. This analogy, a well-intentioned object lesson, is meant to encourage young people to protect themselves from the dangers of experimental dating. The speaker uses a visual aid, a heart made out of red construction paper: “When you are [...]
by Kristen Glover Our kitchen table was drowning in construction paper, doilies, puffy heart-shaped stickers and contraband glitter. The children crowded around, hard at work maximizing the sticker-to-paper ratio on their Valentines, and I was hard at work trying not to be stingy about it. Chubby little fingers wrestled with scissors and an unyielding glue [...]
by Kris Camealy It was a strange thing, the way the urge to write swelled up within me. I’ve always written, in journals and online (privately), so it didn’t quite make sense the way this urge to write words out loud suddenly started to push and gnaw at my insides. Ignoring the feeling, I carried [...]
I use the word mercy many times over, and he asks what mercy looks like. It’s a harder question than I anticipate. Formless virtue is simple; to give it life and ligaments is more difficult.
by Vicki V. Lucas While I’m a great fan of J.R.R. Tolkien and The Lord of the Rings, I have to wonder if Bilbo misinformed Frodo when he said “It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you [...]
The first day was fine: I enjoyed the new experience and all the possibilities. The second day I ran down the hall screaming and crying. That is how I began kindergarten…and college.
School has always been fun for me. I wouldn’t say that it was easy, but I loved seeing my hard work rewarded and I did well, especially with anything that involved reading. However, in my senior year, reading out loud became a painful experience and I couldn’t figure out why.
The lonely figure darted quietly through the streets of Bethany. She had heard He was here. Pulling her robe tightly against her body in a vain attempt to keep the evening chill at bay, she clutched the precious box in her hand as she neared Simon’s house.
