Trust

My husband hurt my feelings. I felt as if my trust had been broken. And as I lay in bed angry and stewing two days later, I realize that my hurt feelings toward my husband had not only turned to anger towards him, but also toward God. I’m so mad I could just yell. Or...

The Art Show

This is the fourth article in our new 7-week series called “Her Story,” stories of ordinary women experiencing, overcoming, or choosing to do extraordinary things. This week’s story is from Shari Harris, who writes about her mother’s extraordinary...

Full Circle

This is the third article in our new 6-week series called “Her Story,” stories of ordinary women experiencing, overcoming, or choosing to do extraordinary things. This week’s story is from Carol Battista, whose abusive childhood led her from atheism to...

Restoration

Sitting at my kitchen table one day, I looked with satisfaction at the blue-and-white painted surface. Although I’ve rarely done DIY projects, I had tackled this table-painting project the previous summer as an experiment. My 15-year-old discount table with the light...

Seasons of Valentine’s Day

I have this thing where I go back and forth on my feelings about Valentine’s Day. Part of me wants my husband to be über romantic and self-plan a luxurious and thoughtful outing for just the two of us, including securing the babysitter. The other part of me realizes...