By: Heather Wolper This has been a year of faith stretching, a year of wandering in the wilderness, a year of learning to trust God to provide enough manna each morning to sustain us until we lay down to sleep again. As the months have stretched on, my spirit has...
By: Mary Ellen Collins I recently attended a silent retreat. Yes, I said silent. 6 hours of not conversing with anyone. Well, no human. God only conversations. First question is how in the world can an extrovert keep silent for 6 hours? Well, I can, and I absolutely loved this...
By: Heather Wolper Every year as the blue expanse of May sky stretches out above my head and new life begins to overtake the chill of winter with a blanket of green, I think of my mother. Like the tender leaves that appear each Spring, she was soft and delicate...
By: Mary Ellen Collins GET READY… Here is comes again! 18 ways to get through Mother’s Day! Here it comes again, it washes over me and I am knocked down by the impact of the day and the feelings I have — Mother’s Day. That day where mother-daughter groups I see are smiling...
By: Christine Fishel Dear Strong Woman, I see you. You ask questions, seek answers, and attempt to fix, even as you know it is all slipping through your fingers. There is no stopping the dwindling of a life called to its ending. I see you. You hold up those beside...
By: Mary Ellen Collins Last Friday, I saw the movie, I Can Only Imagine. In case you haven’t seen it, go. Highly recommend it. It is a story of the lead singer of MercyMe, Bart Millard. Based on the incredible true-life story that inspired the beloved, chart-topping song, I Can...
By: Mary Ellen Collins I recently heard an expert on biblical truths say that impatience is pride. What? No, I don’t believe that. Really? I know that God hates pride. But I have never heard that impatience is pride. How can that be? Think about it, what happens when you...
By: Heather Wolper This week I’ve felt the weight of disappointment tugging like a toddler eager for my attention, standing in my shadow, tugging on the hem of my skirt and loudly demanding a response. As my plans have unraveled, frustration has begun to rub against my heart like a...
By: Christine Fishel After a period of extreme amounts of loss, I want to hibernate. My sister has attended 7 funerals in the past year. We’ve lost our dad, our grandmother, a cousin, and two aunts. More in our close circle are fighting deadly diseases. We’ve watched our original family...
By: Anonymous Reflections and Book Review Honestly, I get so tired of seeing on social media, commercials, and especially in Hallmark, how “beautiful,” “loving,” and “caring” mothers are. How they made our lives so “wonderful.” I appreciate those that are grieving for a good mother, and I am happy that...
