By Susan Phillips How I Like My Coffee
I like my coffee with hazelnut creamer and a dash of almond milk. I like my coffee cold and neglected…
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A Gift for Mom! 🤍
Faith
By Her View From Home Compassion Holds My Heart
I lean my head in through the window of his van. The first thing I notice is the funny smell.…
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By Amber Adcock I Was the Girl Who Ran Away From God
I was the girl. I was the girl who’d do anything to get high as a teenager. I was the…
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By Tiffany Frederick I Prayed for You Before I Knew You
Baby, I have prayed for you—even before I knew who you would be. I prayed I would be a mom…
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By Alicia Searl Dear Mom, I Miss You
Dear Mom, Yesterday I went over to your house. I was hoping you would open the door, but Daddy greeted…
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Spaghetti Sauce Faith
It was Sunday afternoon, and I was loading my grocery cart higher than I ever had in my life. My…
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Dear Introverted Mom, Take that Break
I am alone, in a hotel room, 20 minutes from home, lying back in the crisp bed, feet propped up…
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By Alyssa Mashaw As an Anxious Mom, I Remind Myself You Were God’s Child First
I remember bringing that squishy baby home from the hospital. His 9-pound birth weight didn’t label him as scrawny by…
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By Makayla Hancock-Harris Home is Holy Ground
Some days, I wake up and walk around my house feeling my chest rise looking at the chaotic mess I…
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By Emily Roussell I Want My Kids To Know God’s Always There
A few months ago, my friend lost his dad. And it impacted our community profoundly. Because he loved SO BIG.…
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In Motherhood, Grace Makes up the Difference
Today, I have been the mean mom, the tired mom, the overwhelmed mom, the anxious mom, the impatient mom, and…
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By Amanda Diekman Jesus Meets Me in Motherhood With His No Matter What Love
My toddler was that kid on the playground—the one who would push and bite, erupting into a tantrum and needing…
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