The auditorium buzzed with noise and activity as people arrived and found their seats, waiting for the high school musical to begin. I had been invited to attend the event with two girls who were several years older than me, which, at fifteen, was a huge honor. As the three of us chatted together, a woman named Cindy* (the former youth leader of one of the girls I was with) came up to say hello.
by Heather Coferthe setapartgirl TeamJess WhiteJasmin Howell
Jess says:Unforgiveness and bitterness walk hand-in-hand. We often think that these two wily fellows can be kept contained in nice little pots, reserved to poison just one person, but that isn’t the case. They always spread to other parts of the garden of our heart and wreak havoc in our other relationships.
It was 1942.The world was in turmoil as World War II broke out across the globe. Eighteen-year-old Peggy Covell waited anxiously at her home in America for news about her parents—missionaries to Japan who had fled to the Philippines after the war began. When she heard that the Japanese had overrun the Philippines, she feared the worst.
During most of my single years I was on a desperate search for true love. I was convinced that if I could only find the right guy—the knight in shining armor I’d always dreamed of—I would finally be happy and fulfilled. Despite my fairy tale ideals
A friendly, pleasant warmth filled the kitchen as the group gathered around the center island, filling their cups with tea and hot apple cider and talking congenially. It was time for another Thursday evening Bible study and everyone was looking forward to a time of Christian fellowship and encouragement.
There is a godly young man who appears to be pursuing me. He has not yet said anything outright about a relationship, but I would be naive to not think that he is likely interested in more than friendship. It seems like my job right now is to wait on God and allow him to take the next step ...
The other day, while speaking with Eric at Ellerslie, I was about to tell the students how long we had been married, and suddenly I couldn’t quite remember. I was not sure whether our upcoming anniversary was our 16th or 17th – Eric was convinced it would be our 18th.
For quite a while, readers have been asking me to blog about my marriage. I find that it’s easier to write about my motherhood journey, because with four young children at home, fresh and funny stories readily abound.