Imperfect Prose on Thursdays: What it means to be a writer who is a Christian (and giveaway by Jen Hatmaker)

I’m not sure but that there isn’t a time in every one’s life when we’re called–To stand up for what we believe in. But before we stand, we have to know what we believe, and before I became a wife and a mother, I didn’t really know.I didn’t know the way I would...

on learning to love ourselves as women (over at incourage today)

…we’re in bed, and my husband leans in, and i ask him to tell me, just one more time. “but why?” he says, this farm-boy that walked me through my relapse when i was 23. “don’t you know it by now?” he says.i shake my head. “tell me again,” i say.“i love...

when being quiet can kill (over at Emily Freeman’s today)

Wind catches the curtains in my children’s bedroom. They sleep with flushed cheeks and eyelashes long and every night I check on them before I go to sleep, and every night I feel both afraid and awed by their beauty.I touch lips to their skin, remember how my mum...