By Heather Allen Forgiveness Didn’t Change What Happened—But It Changed Me
For eight years, I carried a rage so heavy it nearly became my identity. But God never stopped reaching for…
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By Her View From Home Sometimes I’m Wrong
Sometimes I’m wrong. That’s it. That’s the story. Shocking? It was to me, too! I mean, I knew I could…
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In Praise of the Honest Mistake: How Mistakes Open Doors to Grace
After whirling down the basement steps on tiptoe, I opened the washer’s lid to shift the clean clothes to the…
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By Audrey Bivins Thank You to the Real Influencers
Each year in early summer, my church holds a baby dedication service. Young parents line the front of the church,…
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By Shannon Leadbeater Here I Am Again in the Pit of Despair
I teeter on the edge of the abyss. This isn’t unfamiliar territory. I’ve been here before. On the precipice of…
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By Greta Urso Can God Really Meet Me In This Mess?
I just finished folding 13 loads of laundry. No exaggeration—if anything, I’m underselling myself because some of the laundry baskets…
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By Alexis Thom My Children Grow the Faith of Our Entire Home
“Mommy, what if God was real, like in our house?” my oldest ponders as he chews on a cucumber, his…
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By Mary Kate Hampton Communion with Ghosts
This was the first sacrament without one of my parents. For the last one, my mom was in the throes…
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By Katie Powell Bell I Used To Pray for the Wrong Life
I remember driving home from college one particular weekend and fervently praying to God some version of “Please let him…
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By Brooke Schnorr The Parts We Hide Are Often Most Desperate for Healing
It was just a two-inch strip of skin. The spot between my socks and leggings—the only part of my leg…
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By Lisa Kottenstette Mom’s Unspeakable Joy
After my mom had a stroke, she could not speak and could barely move the right side of her body.…
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By Julia Ubbenga Living With Less Gave Me So Much More
It was a Tuesday morning, nine o’clock. My back rested against the recliner chair, as I was too exhausted to…
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