by Mandy SaelerHeather Coferthe setapartgirl TeamJess WhiteJasmin Howell
An Intro From LeslieIt was Christmas Eve, and I was eight years old. Our house was completely dark except for the sparkle of candles that my mother had placed around the house, and the radiant glow of Christmas lights from our colorfully decorated tree. The air seemed to sparkle with heavenly light as our family gathered in the living room to read the Christmas story from the Bibl
It was a cool March evening, just days before my second child was going to be born. I rocked my son, Jude, looking down into his flushed, feverish face. He was fighting croup, a sickness all of my siblings and I have been hospitalized for. Worry was threatening to overwhelm my mind and heart — all those familiar feelings of fear and “what ifs” bombarding me.
Milk, eggs, chicken … I sat at our dining room table one morning in December, working on a shopping list. As I put the first few items down my heart was restless, but I tried to push away the uneasy feeling that arose inside of me.
by Mandy SaelerHeather CoferJess WhiteJasmin HowellSarah Guthrie
And whatever you do,Do it heartily, as to the Lord...Colossians 3:23Dear reader,Have you ever wondered how to escape the frivolous undertow of the 21st-century lifestyle? Have you ever had the longing to live for “something more” than the trending tides of our here-today, gone-tomorrow world?
Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord; Trust in Him, and he will act.Psalm 37:4-5 ESVI remember the moment I learned about her concerns.
It felt like one of those kinds of days… Everything seemed off from the moment I saw the sunlight peeking through the blinds. I woke up with a splitting headache after a night of little sleep, and the kids were having squabbles left and right.
My four-year-old son, Jude, and two-year-old daughter, Jenesis, were thrilled to wake up on a frosty morning last December to see a beautiful blanket of snow and big, fluffy flakes still falling plentifully from the sky. They decided breakfast was less important than beginning their snowy adventures, so they eagerly slipped into their winter gear and ran outside into the yard.
It was a sunny afternoon, and I had just gotten my kids down for their naps. The house was in pretty good shape, and I had a little bit of time to spend just being quiet before I needed to move on to my next task. I got comfy on my favorite corner of our couch and reached for my phone.
The moment she walked through our apartment door, there was an almost-tangible radiance that emanated from her. She greeted us with overflowing warmth, and a delighted smile graced her face. She was an older woman who had recently become a widow. Instead of being subdued and serious, she joyfully testified of God’s faithfulness to her since her husband had died.