
This year’s Thrive Conference is a celebration of God’s audacious love: What it looks like, how it overcomes our greatest fears, and how it inspires us. We’re thrilled to announce…
This year’s Thrive Conference is a celebration of God’s audacious love: What it looks like, how it overcomes our greatest fears, and how it inspires us. We’re thrilled to announce…
The first Easter after we received my son’s autism diagnosis, I remember watching him anxiously attempting to stay a step ahead of his cousins as they all ran around the…
A few months ago, I sent my husband to the store with a list. In my mind, it was fairly simple. Basic grocery items, shampoo, toilet paper. Thankful for the…
My husband and I met at a small college in Iowa. Going into it all, I should have known there was a good chance I’d end up marrying an Iowa…
So far, 2016 has had me in a bit of a busy block. Ever heard that term? No? Good, because I’m 41% sure it’s my latest invention. Busy block is…
It’s a dreary day, it’s 4:00 p.m., and despite large windows all around, it’s getting dark in my house. All my Christmas decorations are put away, and I’m feeling a…
Every year I say I’m going to get my Christmas shopping done before December. This year, for the first time, I actually bought a few gifts before Thanksgiving. But here…
A few weeks ago, I spent a number of hours curled up on my favorite couch cushion pondering an unusual topic for me—plural marriage. I was busy ignoring the dishes…
Here we are, mamas, at the beginning of another school year. Backpacks and new shoes have been crossed off our lists. Headphones and what-in-the-world-are-My-First-Pencils — check. Haircuts and awkward photos…
This is the fifth article in our new series called “Every Heart has a Story to Tell.” As we head towards our first Thrive Conference in October, our desire is share how…
For my son’s sixth birthday this past May, my husband and I bought him a kit for growing butterflies. A small container holding five caterpillars arrived in the mail the…
When we were little, my sister and I had a variety of dolls. Baby Bubbles, Water Babies, Cabbage Patch Kids. But one of my favorites was named Felicity, and she…
“Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.” – Emily Dickenson I’ve always had a…
In preparation for Bridging the Gap’s upcoming Single Moms Retreat, I recently attended a training session on life coaching techniques. One of the exercises we completed that morning was sitting…
I am a huge fan of yard sales – both organizing my own and attending other people’s. As soon as the snow quits flying in Minnesota, the women in my…
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