What if everything you hope for your children has less to do with all the amazing experiences of school, sports, music lessons, hobbies, trips, community service, and church, and has more to do with the closeness you have with your children? When we think about providing a high quality of life for our children,
*article links in this post are adult-oriented data sources, and may not be suitable for children* Maybe like you, I have been following a lot of the conversations centered around the Parkland school shooting. It’s hard to have rational debate over emotionally charged issues especially when it comes to the lives lost in Parkland.
We all long for hope. We just don't like the packaging it comes in. In the Gospel, hope and brokenness flow together as one. They would seem to be opposites to most at first glance, not having anything to do with one another. Our ability to see brokenness and humility as gifts, allows us
There’s been renewed discussion about Haiti in the news recently. As an organization working with Haitians since 1983, we happen to know a few things about the country and its people. Several years ago on one of our mission trips, I said, “Haiti is a contradiction. There is beauty and brokenness, majestic view and
I was asked the other day about my story and journey. As I reflected and thought about the question, I was at a little loss for words. Where do I even start? Have you ever had that happen to you when someone asks you to share a little about yourself? Usually I am not
It's that time of year when I am reminded again and again of God's faithfulness to this ministry and those who respond to His call. This place is so very special because of people like you and the many stories and journeys that have been impacted by the hope of the Gospel. Today's post
"Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men. Immediately they left their nets and followed him." - Matthew 4:19-20 I woke up this morning wondering if the apostles ever heard from their friends and families, "Get a real job!" I hear variations of that phrase more than I care to. Usually I am
Maybe this will feel like a familiar conversation for you: "Dear, why do you love me?" my wife asks. "Really, do I need to count the ways?" I respond. Silence. "Okay, ready for my list?" I ask "You are stalling," she smiles. "I love that you are a fighter. You fight for your heart, dreams,