Kindred Grace Team 5 Minute Read For whom do you carry the stone today? For yourself? For success? For notoriety? For the accomplishment of some great dream that you have held always in your heart? Or is it for Jesus?
Caroline Rose Sanders 6 Minute Read “That is a good book it seems to me, which is opened with expectation and closed with profit.” (Louisa May Alcott) Did you ever sit on a phone book as a kid? Maybe you were too short to reach the table at grandma’s house and the latest, hefty edition of The Yellow Pages was commissioned as a…
Gretchen Louise 11 Minute Read “‘You are loved with an everlasting love,’ that’s what the Bible says, ‘and underneath are the everlasting arms.’” If you, like me, grew up listening to “Gateway to Joy” on the radio every morning, you knew the next line was going to be, “This is your friend Elisabeth Elliot.” That soft, deep voice would proceed…
Chantel 13 Minute Read I grew up on a steady diet of missionary stories. During the long Alaskan winters of my childhood, we had hours of read-aloud time. Curled up around our trusty wood stove, we soaked in the words and the life experiences of some of the greatest heroes of faith: missionaries. David Livingston, J. Hudson Taylor, “Ai-weh-deh“,…
Callie Mitchell 6 Minute Read It’s a prime buzz phrase of our generation, and a perspective shared by atheists and believers alike. Assert the statement, “I hate religion” and you’re sure to gain a following. The outcry is sincere, and the concerns are valid. A spirit of religion is plain mean. Antagonistic to freedom, and anti-relational in its nature, religion…
Hayley Novak 5 Minute Read I had a light bulb moment while listening to a friend share about a missions conference where the conference goers were shocked and disgruntled to find a scheduled “authentic meal” to be a simple bowl of rice. I was instantly intrigued by the idea: I would give my kids a rice night. We would eat nothing but rice and water….
Caroline Rose Sanders 3 Minute Read When I was a little girl of eleven years, I lived in a rental house in Bryan, Texas with my three siblings, my wonderful stay-at-home mother and our hardworking M.D. (which stands, of course, for My Dad). Though we were enjoying homeschooling, getting involved in a new church and playing in our backyard that passers-by…
Mandy J. Hoffman 4 Minute Read Abby’s eyes were as big as saucers as she rushed up to me and exclaimed, “Mom! Uncle John said he would buy me a pony!” I smiled and winked as I explained that he was just teasing her. He also teased the kids that if they came over to their house that he and “Aunt…
Mandy J. Hoffman 5 Minute Read As wives, each of us have unique joys and challenges which God has lovingly allowed into our lives for our good (James 1:2-4) and His glory as we live life with our husbands. Some issues are the same across the board and others vary depending on our husband’s profession. If several of us got together,…
Kami Williams 3 Minute Read Snow-capped mountains, wild horses, trout-fishing, and people who needed Jesus are my first memories of being a ministry kid in Montana. To my dad, every conversation was an opportunity to build a bridge: this often involved a hunting trip where he could bring home a moose, bear, or elk. It was through the conversations on these trips…
Kristy Lynn 4 Minute Read Dear Young Pastor’s Wife, I started out young, too. Twenty-three. I remember the cold winter day when our brand new congregation helped my husband unload our U-Haul and move all of our worldly possessions (we didn’t even own a couch) into the parsonage of our first church. I guess I was too silly to feel…
Callie Mitchell 5 Minute Read There was a valley, parched and dry. Even more unusual, this valley was filled with bones. Dry dead bones. A man named Ezekiel spoke to them. They attached first with sinews, formed with flesh, and then covered with skin. The man Ezekiel spoke again, and the breath of God filled them with life. They arose,…
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