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  We finally had a date night scheduled. It had been quite a few months since my husband and I had done anything fun just the two of us. Any outings that involve us being together boiled down to juggling our energetic toddler, answering frequent questions from our five boys, and yelling to each other over store […]

  Our membership had been “revoked”, that’s how the church elders had phrased it in a letter to me and my husband. But just days after, those same leaders held an emergency meeting for their church members, encouraging them to cut ties with our family.    When I found this out, shock stalled the realization

  I turn the 90’s fake diamond knob to 11 o’clock and let it come to temp. I like the water hot, much warmer than my husband would ever care to shower in. While I wait, I walk back out of the bathroom to grab my pajamas.    Ever since I became a mother I

  ‘Scamanda’ is a popular four-episode docuseries on Hulu that was ranked as the streaming service’s number one show this past week. I came across it a couple of weeks ago and was transfixed by the story. Each episode captivated my attention. Conflicted thoughts abounded while I watched how Amanda Riley, a seemingly normal Christian

  I remember the first time I read an article like the one I’m about to write. A pastor friend sent me a link exposing ten signs of an abusive pastor. I was both curious and desperate to understand what I had experienced. As I read through the list, my stomach twisted tighter and tighter.

  Several towering pine trees can be seen through the left side of our bedroom windows. Since we moved to this house about four years ago they’ve become one of my favorite views. They aren’t super glamorous. I’m sure most people would find them forgettable, but because the peaks of the light green prickly trees

  It was just a normal night hanging out with friends from church. We adults would enjoy some conversation while the kids ran amuck through the house. We’d share stories about work and laugh over the previous week’s parenting challenges. Inevitably, something to do with church would come up. It was a topic that came

  It was a rare morning. I had successfully made it to church on a Sunday morning with my kids. Well, three of my sons, anyway. We shuffled into the loaded service. There weren’t many seats open so we ended up sitting closer to the front than I would normally choose to sit with my

  There was a question that was haunting me.   I’ve asked God this question at night when my teething one-year-old struggles to fall back asleep.  I’ve asked it while I’m making macaroni and cheese on the stove at lunchtime for my kids.  The question lurks again while I wait for my child to finish