Some people find their calling through success. I found mine in chaos. I am a wife of 35 years, a mother to four adult children, and a grandmother to two beautiful little girls. But the titles don’t tell the whole story. They don’t speak to the sleepless nights, the crises, the moments I sat in a dark room wondering what in the world God was up to, or if He had even forgotten me. The chaos didn’t come all at once.

Your family may be enduring extreme hardship right now. The trial may seem as though it will never end. One of your children may be bound to substances or a behavioral addiction. You may feel helpless, as though your prayers are going unheard and unanswered. Be confident of this—God is in control. He hears and answers our prayers. In faith, it is possible to believe for the freedom of our addicted children...and for the healing of our families.

God's Goodness in Our Lives- The book of Exodus paints a vivid picture: a rescued people, quick to worship in moments of triumph.

I thought holding everything together was the key to happiness, until I realized God had something better in mind. Control. Planning. Perfecting. If you’re anything like me, you’ve clung tightly to life like a checklist, believing that if you just manage everything well enough, you’ll finally feel whole and fix what is broken. The truth is, even when things look “perfect” on the outside, you can still feel hollow, restless, and unsatisfied on the inside.

The situation demanded I throw out an S.O.S. prayer—pleading with God to handle it and show us what to do as we surrender to His will.

When your husband is battling addiction, it can feel like your entire world is spinning off its axis. The chaos, the lies, the broken promises—it all adds up to a deep exhaustion that permeates every part of your life. As Christian wives, we often feel the weight of responsibility to keep things together: the home, the kids, the faith. And we do it while quietly carrying the grief of watching someone we love slowly self-destruct. But here’s a truth I want you to hear loud an

I began to understand how and why my trauma was keeping me stuck. It was grueling and uncomfortable, but I kept coming back.