Shop the fall collection ➔

Growing up in the church, we were taught a lot about responsibility. The responsibility of taking care of our neighbors. The responsibility of sharing the ‘Good News.’ The responsibility of being an example of God’s love. When I was confirmed in the Methodist church I took this responsibility very seriously. Not to say that I am perfect, or have always been the perfect Christian, but nevertheless I strive to be the person God intended me to be.

I have to be honest and tell you that I feel at odds with the church today. Maybe not so much the church, but the people in the church. When you think about it, the church is just a building without the people. The Christians make the church a living sanctuary of worship and love.

So let’s talk about love in the church. Are you feeling it? Are you giving it? Not just during the time you are occupying a seat and listening to the sermon. Are you going into your community and sharing God’s love?

This election season has been brutal. It has brought out more ugliness and hate than I have ever seen in my life. What breaks my heart even more is the ugliness and hate I witness from my brothers and sisters in Christ. Some of it is figuratively in my face on social media. But most of it is more subtle. It’s this division between people who I used to call my friend, but now don’t call.

Regardless of who you voted for or what political side you find yourself on, have you thought about the other side? Have you tried putting yourself in someone else’s shoes? Have you loved everyone as you have loved yourself?

I know I haven’t. I’ve let other’s thoughts and opinions get under my skin to the point where I find myself avoiding certain people. I haven’t reached out like I should, or been as forgiving as I would have liked in the past few months. I’ve judged Christians. I’m not perfect.

However, as a Christian I have a duty. I have a responsibility to be the hands and feet of Jesus. Ultimately He is in charge. Not me and not you, but God.

Therefore it is imperative that I pick up the cross of Jesus.

It’s my duty as a Christian to love others unconditionally. To be forgiving. To be tolerant. To be inclusive.

It’s my duty to feed the poor regardless of what God they worship or don’t. To open my home to anyone who needs fed spiritually or otherwise.

It’s my duty to not be judgmental, and leave any judgment to God. Whether you are a straight or gay, Christian or Atheist, male or female, rich or poor. It’s not my place to judge you or your situation.

It’s my duty as a Christian mother to teach my children to not only be tolerant, but welcoming of others. To love a person’s heart regardless of the color of their skin. To share with other children at the playground. To speak kindly to everyone.

It’s my duty to befriend my enemies. To show them love and kindness at all times, no matter how much they persecute me. To forgive them when they insult or talk about me behind my back.

It’s my duty to extend my table instead of building walls. It’s my belief that God intended for us to love each other, not avoid each other.

It’s my duty to give. Whether it’s my money, my time or my love. I’m called to give until it hurts, and not worry about how God will provide.

It’s my duty to fight for the downtrodden. The poor, the disenfranchised, the persecuted.

It’s my duty to trust that God is in control. He will see to it that justice be served, and while I’m to be His feet and hands, ultimately I submit all outcomes to His will.

Let’s never forget we are Christians. We study a book that tells stories of Jesus breaking bread with his enemies, befriending a prostitute, healing the sick.

It’s our duty to love…everyone, everyday. Let us never forget…”And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.” –1 Corinthians 13.13

God bless.

Kimberly Patterson

Kimberly Patterson is a writer, wife and mother of two adorable, over-zealous toddlers. She spends her days in yoga pants, pecking away at the keys on her laptop and pulling her kids off of whatever household furniture they climb upon. She has been published on The Huffington Post, Scary Mommy, Her View From Home, The Mighty, and several other publications. Read more of her insights at

The Best Marriage Advice We Ever Got: Touch Feet Every Night

In: Faith, Marriage
Couple touching feet in bed

Twenty-six years ago this summer, I got a tiny piece of advice on my wedding day that has kept me from making a huge mistake time and time again. A wise woman told me, “When you climb in bed each night with your husband, make sure that your feet touch under the covers. It’s hard to be mad at someone and touch feet.”  I had no idea, all those years ago, how impactful this piece of advice would be and how many times in our marriage this would be the small act that kept us united. This simple act of...

Keep Reading

Faith is a Verb, So We Go to Church

In: Faith, Motherhood
Woman and teen daughter in church pew

Every Sunday morning we rush out the door bribing, coaxing, and threatening our kids to just “Get into the van!” Luckily, we live remotely rural so we don’t have neighbors to witness our often un-Christlike eye rolls and harsh sighs as we buckle each other up. We’ve always lived within a five-minute drive to a chapel, and yet we are usually there not two minutes before the service starts. Once sitting in our seats, we’re on high alert for noise control and sibling altercations for the next hour of what is supposed to be a peaceful, sacred, spirit-filled service. Which...

Keep Reading

3 Simple Ways to Be a More Confident Mother

In: Faith, Motherhood
Mother and young child smiling outside

Do you ever ask yourself why you can’t be more like that mom or why can’t your kids be like those kids? The comparison trap is an easy one to fall into if we aren’t careful. At the click of our fingers, we see Pinterest-worthy motherhood in every category. From the mom with the black-belt kids to the mom with Marie Kondo organizing skills—it’s easy to look at their lives and feel like we’ve fallen short. Even worse, is when we start to strive to become something we aren’t or prod our kids to become something they aren’t.  Comparison makes...

Keep Reading

Grief Is Persistent But God Is Faithful

In: Faith, Grief, Loss
Woman praying by ocean

The loss of a parent doesn’t just sting, it leaves you with an irreplaceable hole in your heart. It’s been two years since my loving daddy went home to be with Jesus, and the loss I feel is still unimaginable.  I know in my heart he’s in a better place that is absent of pain and distress. However, his physical presence and wisdom are so dearly missed here on this earth.  He left behind an army of a family who adored him and looked to him for solid guidance. No matter how hard I try to look to the bright...

Keep Reading

I Gave up on God but He Never Gave up on Me

In: Faith, Motherhood
Mother hugging son, color photo

I grew up in a religious house. We went to church every Sunday. My mom taught Sunday school, and we participated as a family in most church events. We believed in the power of prayer, hope, faith, love, and forgiveness. As a little girl, I watched my dad kneel at the side of the bed every night and say his prayers. In the last six years, my faith has not been what it should have been. It has plummeted into the depths of nothingness, buried deep below the darkness. I have felt angry and abandoned by God. In response, I...

Keep Reading

I Count My Blessings Every Day

In: Faith
Mom and child by beach

I remember being jealous of my classmates often. I would look at the girls at my school who seemed to be living such a carefree life. They would do well in school effortlessly and go home to their moms, dads, and siblings, to a house they’d grown up in. I wanted that so much for myself! I wanted my mom and dad to be together, and if it wasn’t too much to ask, a sibling or two. I wanted us to live in a house where I could have my own room, but I wouldn’t mind sharing if I had...

Keep Reading

Dear Lord, Make Me a Grace Hunter

In: Faith
Woman with crutches looking out window, black-and-white photo

I want to be known as a grace hunter. Every day, I pray I would be given eyes to see the world in which we live through a lens of grace—a lens that causes me to marvel at the ways of my God and be constantly filled with wonder. I am thankful I have no choice but to live life at a slower pace. I pray for the ability to see the beauty and God’s grace in the seemingly small and insignificant things. RELATED: In the Midst of Grief, There is Grace I pray for eyes to see His grace even...

Keep Reading

Dear Daughter, Follow Your Beautiful Heart

In: Faith, Kids
Mother and daughter smiling

When I held you in my arms for the first time, it was like time stopped. As you looked up at me with innocence and new life, I was struck by the reality that my main role in your life would be to guide and direct you on the right path. I hoped I would do the best job possible. As I watched you grow, I basked in your joy of putting on your pretty dresses, adorned with layers of costume jewelry, parading around the house for your father and me to see. I dreamed often of what path you...

Keep Reading

So God Made Midnight

In: Faith, Motherhood
Mother and newborn

When God created a mother, He created her to love and serve in every moment. He knew the constant need would sometimes overwhelm her and she would have no choice but to rely on His strength and grace. He knew she would feel like there weren’t enough hours in the day . . . so God made midnight. He knew a mama’s days with a newborn would be busy and sometimes chaotic. He knew she would be distracted by meeting needs and attempting to find balance—that sneaking in a hot shower would become almost a luxury . . . so...

Keep Reading

Lord, I Don’t Want To Face This Storm

In: Faith
Rain cloud over a lake, color photo

“I feel like I’m right in the middle of that rain shaft, suspended over the ocean,” I told my husband as we waited out a Florida afternoon rain on our hotel balcony. “There’s light and beauty all around me, but I feel like I’m just lost in that storm.”  Just two nights before, we awoke to the cries of our 11-year-old son, the pain in his right lower abdomen so great that he woke up from a deep sleep. Our vacation took a solemn turn as my husband loaded him up in our rental car and drove to a children’s...

Keep Reading