Where was God, when a little girl was being trafficked by the mother who should have kept her safe? On the Live Like It’s True podcast, I’m talking with Sana Latrease about her story of God’s faithfulness, even in the middle of her childhood trauma....
Here’s one of my recent posts, featured last June on the “True Woman” blog–a ministry of Revive Our Hearts. It was a rainy Saturday afternoon. I sent my college roommates to the dining hall without me because I wanted the dorm room to myself...
We don’t have a snow-blower. My husband says, “Why would we have a snow-blower, when we have three healthy kids who need to learn to work?” So while other kids are inside sipping hot chocolate to get out of the cold, my husband is sending our kids...
Some years ago I bought a bunch of perennial flower bulbs, planted them, and waited to see what would happen. I had no idea what colors might pop out of those clenched green fists, and I could hardly keep myself from prying the blooms open! I would study them every...
by: Michelle Loveless”Sing the drums go BOOM! Mom!” begs my two year old son at bedtime. Our rather unusual routine started a while ago, when I noticed that Henrik would cling to me in fear whenever I would begin singing my usual lullaby. It was his cue...
There’s a story Jesus told about two brothers–one who disgraced his Father by running off with an early inheritance, and the other, who stayed behind dutifully slaving away, but was just as distant from his Father’s heart. The story is about both...
When Lindsay was a toddler, she would often climb up in Ken’s lap while he was sitting in his recliner over in the corner. It didn’t matter if he was taking a nap or talking on the phone. She would bring her little Good Night, Moon book, climb into his...
Yesterday, I had my arms loaded up with good deals, and was headed up to the check out when a hanger slipped off one of the shirts I was carrying. Before I could bend down to get it, a little girl–probably about four years old–skipped over to that spot and...
I went out with a guy in college, named Dean*, who carried a picture in his wallet of his dad. It wasn’t a recent picture. It had been taken back when his father was about Dean’s age–maybe 19 or 20 years old.Dean was always pulling the picture out to...
When I was a young teacher, my principal called me into his office a few minutes before the school day was to begin. He wanted to talk to me about James. But the thing was, we had just talked about James. The day before. We had exhausted the subject. And so I nodded...