Guest Author 5 Minute Read For the first time in my life, I found myself wishing that I had been born to a different man. It was so painful, being the daughter of this one. He was so wise and sweet when he was sober, but he was so dark and different when he was bingeing.
Elisabeth Allen 5 Minute Read Girls live at home after one-and-twenty for a variety of reasons that I, personally, find fascinating. If you live at home then it’s probably for one of these reasons: You have a personal and strong conviction that living at home is God’s plan for unmarried and childless women. You don’t have any money for rent…
Elisabeth Allen 6 Minute Read I am and always will be my father’s daughter and I’m reminded of this fact whenever I look in the mirror and see the smile — shared by me and all my sisters — that I’ve inherited from my father and grandfather. Some things never change… …and some things do and should change. The challenge…
Guest Author 4 Minute Read by an anonymous author He left on a snowy morning in mid-February. I had never before seen my father cry, but the day he left my mother and moved out of the house, red-rimmed were those blue eyes he had passed on to me. I was seventeen when the perfect world I thought I lived…
Kindred Grace Team 4 Minute Read The small bell on the door announces the arrival of more guests. The store resembles a living room — with cushions on the floor for reading and toys in a basket for playing. This humble bookstore boasts the charm of a private enterprise. It’s the kind of bookstore I love most.
My children are accustomed to our monthly visits, and they know to use our library-quiet voices when we’re here. So my youngest daughter tugs on my shirt with enthusiasm to garner my attention.
Elisabeth Allen 5 Minute Read I’m the eldest of a family of girls and perhaps it’s not surprising that I identify with Meg March and Jane Bennet more than Jo and Lizzie. Of course there’s nothing wrong with being a Jane-and-Meg kind of girl. It’s just that a lot of big sisters identify more with Meg and Jane in a…
Elisa Pulliam 5 Minute Read The way we are wired determines how we will hear, process, and respond, especially as we communicate with others
We can’t help it. Our personality influences how we react to situations and interact with others. My girls may be from the same family, with similar genetic make-up and certainly comparable life experiences, but when it comes to how they think, talk, listen, work, love, and serve they are nearly opposites. My guess is that you know exactly what I am talking about and have experienced personality conflicts — or let’s say challenges — with your loved ones, too.
Guest Author 4 Minute Read Despite living in the same family, we all grow up in totally different environments — a.k.a our birth orders.
At first, birth order might not seem like it makes a huge difference in our personality, but think of where you land in the family unit.
Are you firstborn? Middle? Lastborn? Only?
How did you react to situations based on having older or younger siblings, or none at all?
Shannon Coe 4 Minute Read I don’t know if my family is not able to be bilingual or just won’t. It’s not like I’m asking them to know all five of my love languages. Just two. I’d even compromise if they could be fluent in one. I don’t need a lot. In truth, I may confuse them slightly when I…
Katie 5 Minute Read Are you haunted or excited by the thought that many girls end up marrying someone a lot like their dad? If you have a great relationship with your father, the idea of marrying a guy like him can be comforting. It’s an honor to marry a godly man like your dad if he was a…
Natasha Metzler 3 Minute Read One of the greatest gifts that my father gave me was living a life that exemplified true wisdom. Through my childhood I saw him learn and grow and change, his understanding of God and the Bible and Truth ever deepening. As an adult, there have been many times when I’ve watched others struggle to learn…
Jessica Telian 3 Minute Read When I first read Rachel Jankovic’s debut book, Loving the Little Years, my feeling of relief and encouragement was profound. Finally! Here was the author of a parenting book who understood where I was coming from. At that point, I had two little ones under the age of two, and it seemed like all the parenting books…
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